| December 21, 2008 | Filled under Blog |
I am barefoot, in the first neighborhood I remember from my childhood. I am playing basketball with the neighborhood boys in someone else’s driveway. There is no net, and it is the latest I have ever been allowed to stay outside at night. The sun is still out, it’s dusk, yet it feels like it must be 11 o’clock. I know that’s not possible, but the memory is still magical.
And they’ve talked on the phone a handful of times. Oguchi called after Sept. 11 to make sure Otto and her family were safe, and Otto reciprocated after the earthquake and tsunami in Japan a little more than a year ago.Pen pals since 1949 meet up for the first time. So touching.
There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.Marriage advice from Ronald Reagan, via Letters of Note
Learn How To Be a Starfucking Superfox!
Sigh. Anybody remember Groupie Central?
32 years ago at 7:22 a.m. Central Time I was born at Presbyterian Hospital in Oklahoma City. Birthdays on a Wednesday suck. I mean, how to celebrate?