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March 6, 2000
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new york, new york No, I'm still at home in Austin. But we are thinking about New York. After work today I was looking and looking at the bookshelves in here. I just knew I had some New York stuff. A Michelin Green Guide and some maps. Headed out after dark for a walk. On the way over to get SuRu and her dog, I thought, "They are her books!" I had gotten her some New York stuff because she was talking about going. Then she didn't. Then I borrowed them and loaned them to someone else. Then they gave them back and I gave them back to SuRu. "Let me ask you this." I say. "What?" she says. "Do you have some books on New York?" I say. "Maybe." She says. It is dark and not too hot. People have their front doors open. Little views of their lives. A woman leans over the back of a chair, talking to someone. A child walks into the living room coughing convincingly. A bid for a sick day from school? We walked up and down the streets north of 45th and south of here. We seemed to have gone a long way to nowhere. We all get tired. I'm sweating. Chalow is panting. Back at SuRu's she checks and, yep, there are the New York books and stuff I remembered owning and yet didn't. Forrest is going to get to see Bobby Short. It's a dream of his. Cool. I hope it all works out. The company is adding a coffee bar in the lobby. It was manned rather inexpertly today although the stuff was free today. The are going to charge for it later. I miss the Capresso but normal coffee is starting to taste OK again.
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"Character is what you are in the dark." Dwight L. Moody |
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