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  Last Train Coming

17 June 1999

11:27 PM: There's been a lot of vigorous low-level late afternoon fog the past few days. It's so patchy and moving so fast in the wind that it never quite stops being sunny. Sunny minus. The shadows on the ground of the semi-cloud clumps moving by look like huge birds. Very Spielberg, too. Fast cloud formation == God is coming, I think we've all got that imprinted by now. It reminds me of the weather in Scotland this time of year.

Although I don't care tremendously about money, there are a few things that being rich would make possible that would be nice. Hopping on a plane for an impulse weekend in Skye, for instance. Always having up-to-date equipment. Retirement. Girlfriends. (Ha ha. Mostly.)

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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