Archive for March 4, 2004

Yeah, that was me in line at the bank, grinning and rockin’ out to The Vines on my iPod. That was me talking about my teeth (“Would you like some candy with your movie?” she asked) at Blockbuster. That was me tellin’ the checkout girl at D’Agastino’s what a long day it had been. Yeah,…

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I reached for an old journal — you know, the old-school, paper kind? — for a little help on tonight’s (this morning’s) post. I found the following scribbled in blue ink on a page dated Wednesday, March 4, 1998… “As I age, I wanna’ get better at letting go, not fighting the progress, the setbacks,…

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