Slightly slow, mostly silly, with occasional flashes of excitement. Watch out for the slime.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
sunset.
The girls are in bed, Archie went out to see a movie, and I went out on the deck to have a beer. The sun is barely reflecting up onto the clouds. The palest blue and the clouds are an orange-y pink. It looks like a Turner painting.
My fellow Americans. As a young boy, I dreamed of being a baseball, but tonight I say, we must move forward, not backward, upward not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling toward freedom!
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