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[g_the_curious]

Humoring samara_air who rarely posts anything at all, let alone meme's.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised about what people

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[samara_air]

well, thanks for the humour!

I remember driving in your brother's volvo to Dunk and Kris's wedding. Night, windy roads, and a send off by bleary eyed family, speaking a language that was all Greek to me. How pretty your Mother and sister were for people who obviously wanted to be in bed.
I was very content to sit back and enjoy the ride, knowing I was being driven by a man who understands driving.

[g_the_curious]

I'll give kudos to whomever wrote the original meme, it is surprising what people remember. Surprising even more that it's just you two who responded.

You seem to talk about my family with an almost.. 'reverence.' That is nice. Their behavior in such a situation is normal to me..

I'm hoping you weren't fecetious about feeling safe in the car, cause I could barely see out the front of the damn thing. That's all I remember about that drive. Terrible headlights and a window that was fogged up or something.

[nonword]

What, no promise of twenty years bad luck? Somehow I'm obliged sans threat:

I remember one time arriving at your half-subterranean apartment in Eugene with Eldon. We were in the area and "let's see what George is doing". You answered the door surprised and pleased to see us. It smelled like burning. You explained that you had set fire to some papers in your bathroom sink. Ah, right, naturally. Eldon assumed 'love letters or something like that?'. Your answer: Credit card statements. Your apartment - like this behavior - was immaculately clean, reasoned, and orderly even if you weren't expecting us. If it occurred to me to burn my credit card statements, I remember thinking, they would pile up in a corner until I needed an incinerator to make them disappear. You had not only come to the sensible conclusion that sensitive documents should be destroyed, but had furthermore developed a incineration schedule of such regularity that the amount to be burned was easily handled in the bowl of your bathroom sink.

[g_the_curious]

HAHAHAHA!!! Awesome. I'd totally forgotten about my pyro days.

The worst was in the Willamette house in Eugene--I was testing out a pyro concept for Burning Man and created a brief fireball that spanned almost from floor to celing. (Or so it seemed).

Controlled fires continued into Texas, but then I got over the whole thing. Fire is still used to dispose of love letters and other emotionally charged items. The last burn was last year I think..