Barely Counts
19 December 1998
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Barely Counts
19 December 1998
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I was walking home tonight past the funeral home down on Market Street, when I realized I heard a voice that seemed to be coming out of nowhere: " - story wasn't very important, but after a while I realized that by telling it, I might be able to save someone from the same fate as me." Which was pretty creepy until I got past the parking lot entrance and saw that it was the TV in the attendant's booth, which is hidden behind this big stone wall. It was so loud because the door of the booth was open. No attendant to be seen anywhere, either. So maybe it was creepy after all.
I'd like to extend my personal congratulations to President Clinton, for holding himself back when he was clearly on the brink of mentioning building a bridge to the 21st Century in his speech today. This is the kind of iron-willed self-restraint that made our country what it is today.
Book shopping today - new Bruce Sterling is out, yay! Distraction - now there's an honest title. Think I'll go lose myself in it for a while.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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