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I left Freewheelin in the cd player of a rental car this summer. Which I guess is a little bit ironic considering that the title of the cd sort of goes with cars, but I guess if I had left Highway 61 Revisited behind I would have thought the same thing even more so. I miss my favorite harmonica epiphanies but my wish is that Robert Zimmerman and I ( Read more... )

The circus itself I loved. It was the one place where elephants, my favorite animal other than deer, walked along side women with unmatched bravery and costumes of carefully orchestrated sequin and tulle. In the background, or perhaps in the foreground, considering that cotton candy was such a special treat from my parents’ usual no junk food ( Read more... )

Today I received a letter from the Department of Homeland Security. They will be interviewing me on November 19th. It appears I'm somewhat of a sketchy resident alien, even if I'm actually a citizen.

Unlike watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on television, watching the Macy’s 4th of July Fireworks on television is a rather pointless form of entertainment.

Happy Independence Day

I have the bad habit of thinking that when someone I don't know too well is talking to me they are in actuality talking to the person behind me. This calls for me to casually scratch at my neck, taking a quick glance behind me to see if I am the one, in fact, involved in conversation. I found myself pursuing the neck-scratch-twist method a total of ( Read more... )