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2012

Under something

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Having dinner with my dad in a crummy diner in the crummy town of Thomasville on the way to see my mom, and doing it to the accompaniment of “Under the Milly Way” by The Church. There’s something horribly wrong with all this.

The Ghost of October Past

I used to do these all the time but I haven’t recently. Tonight seems like a good night since I haven’t much of anything to say tonight that doesn’t revolve around (a) whininess about the fact that I’m not in Canada right now like I’m supposed to be, (b) misplaced resentment that’s making me feel a little guilty, or (c) new techniques in the avoidance of starch and sugar.

We’ve already established that October is my reflective month and that I’m not averse to reruns, so here’s early October through the years:

US Tour 1997: Day 37

Fifteen years ago today:

On the final day, I make my way through the Central Valley from Bakersfield to Stockton, then over Altamont Pass, through the East Bay, across the Bay Bridge and back South of Market where I’d started more than a month before.

Original narrative.