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Category Archives: Before
Stash
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I was heading down Pine Street earlier. The setting sun was shining through the car windshield, blinding me. I reached overhead to flip the sun visor down and a little bag of pot slipped out — another surprise left behind by the car thieves back in April.
This Face
Sunday, August 7, 2005
“I used to be a model. That was back in ’81 and people still recognize this face,” he points at his own face, “though I didn’t have a mustache then.”
Horses
Wednesday, August 3, 2005
…I remembered him sort of and told him that, leaving off the sort of…
August 2005 Print Calendar
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Here’s the August print calendar: Letter Size A4 Format
Shamelessly Commercial
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
I launched a revamped website for my used book business, Using Books, this week…
Beans for Breakfast, Bringing People Together
Thursday, July 21, 2005
If this weblog has accomplished nothing else, it’s at least facilitated a protracted family reunion.
The Postman
Saturday, July 16, 2005
I used to work with Garrett at Amazon, now he works at the post office, sometimes delivering my mail. This afternoon I was hauling a box of books out of the trunk of my car, when he appeared next to a postal service van that was parked in front of me. “Hi Garrett. How are [...]