We left Carlisle on Wednesday morning around eight. There was a two hour delay and the school was deserted as a ghost town. Gray skies and a faint hint of snowfall presaged our departure, I should have taken it as an omen, a sign, a harbinger, something. Instead, I wrote it off and got to the business of enjoying my vacation
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Did it really say "LoSt of Love" cause the irony of a Hooters waitress talking about the lost love of their patrons is to me, hilarious.
And yeah, acid jazz, it isn't going away.
With Fry Bread on the Mind,
-Spencer
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