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Channeling Dad

I’m in Manhattan eating a bagel as big as my head. We’re at a serviceman’s hostel: mom, Elaine and her boys, me and mine. 9:30 They’re all also except me. Typical. But here I am writing like dad would while

Channeling Dad

I’m in Manhattan eating a bagel as big as my head. We’re at a serviceman’s hostel: mom, Elaine and her boys, me and mine. 9:30 They’re all also except me. Typical. But here I am writing like dad would while

I get by with a little help

ENTRY # 2574 Last weekend – the parts when I was in the city with Bridget and Itzel, and Benny and Netti were fantastic. The six hour drive to and from was filled with a lot of thinking. Most were

I get by with a little help

ENTRY # 2574 Last weekend – the parts when I was in the city with Bridget and Itzel, and Benny and Netti were fantastic. The six hour drive to and from was filled with a lot of thinking. Most were

queuing

ENTRY # 1383 Two hours early for the flight shuffling along in slow mo. Glad Im here. Glad to be able to amuse myself with one finger typing, balancing the laptop on my luggage with the other hand keeping a

queuing

ENTRY # 1383 Two hours early for the flight shuffling along in slow mo. Glad Im here. Glad to be able to amuse myself with one finger typing, balancing the laptop on my luggage with the other hand keeping a