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Letting Others Speak for Me

If you’re patient (lazy?) enough, you can just wait for someone else to post things and save yourself all the effort. That’s how I’ll handle my visit from Rick last week. This way, you also get to read about the other stuff he did, in case you’re not interested in our cafeteria run, our Krispy Kreme run, and our quickie tours of Greensboro and Winston-Salem.

I also ran into Taylor last week for the first time in about nine years. Said meeting involved Stamey’s and a walking tour of downtown Greensboro, including the recently-restored downtown train station. Alas, I can’t rely on his website to provide details, because he doesn’t have one. I can, however, promise more pictures of the train station and downtown Greensboro will be coming soon in the Photography section.

I’ll be off now, in search of someone else’s content I can link to in lieu of creating my own. But here’s one last picture to tide you over:

2006.10.04

Well, gosh. Who knew?

It wasn’t really Winston-Salem’s oldest leather bar as I’d originally speculated, but a clothing store. Yet another exciting revelation from the big pile o’stuff, in this case a complete Winston-Salem Journal from Christmas Day 1947.

I’ve also just uncovered an ad for the premiere episode of The Partridge Family, and I’ve read untold installments of The Ryatts, none of which seemed nearly as funny as they probably did when I was five.

I think I need to do something twenty-first century (and not dusty) tonight.

Randomly Monday

Random thoughts for a Monday morning:

  • Any Tornotoans out there? On vacation, I discovered that SunTV (channel 52) is airing King of Kensington reruns at 11:30 AM on weekdays. I remember this show from when I was a kid, and I was apparently the only person in the entire country who watched it during its brief American syndication run. Anyway, I’m dying to hear the theme song again (the vocal version from the early seasons) and would be really excited if someone could record it for me.
  • Circulating hot water baseboard heat is the coolest thing in the world. There’s no blower spewing dust all over the place and drying out your skin, plus the baseboard units aren’t even hot to the touch, so it’s safe to put furniture next to them. It’s so warm and toasty.
  • Road trip stats: ten states, one province, 446 still pictures, eight hours of video, $650 in car repairs, $71 in dental triage fees, $50 in Canadian antibiotics and pain pills, $30 in assorted over the counter medications at Loblaw’s, six bucks worth of Kosher Hungarian Hallowe’en candy for the neighborhood kiddies, two reunions with old friends, and a tons more fun, despite the occasional bits of drama to which I have just alluded.
  • I missed the K&W, though.

Five Years of Gooeyness

Because we were on vacation and all, I never got to mention that Mark and I celebrated the fifth anniversary of the night we met Thursday night. The milestone was marked at a Denny’s overlooking the New York State Thruway. We always do Denny’s on our anniversary because we went there that first night back in 2001, the night my life changed so dramatically.

I’ll try not to get too mushy and make everyone start retching. I just wanted to thank the most wonderful boy in the world:

  • For putting up with my snoring and mumbling, my other assorted quirks, and my constant need for food.
  • For coping with my moods when I quit smoking, when my thyroid went out of whack, and when I occasionally lapse into midlife crisis mode.
  • For always offering to turn around at the next intersection so I can snap a picture of that vintage supermarket we just passed (and maybe even go inside).
  • For understanding me so thorughly and completely, and for supporting me in so many ways.
  • For helping me to drag myself out of San Francisco.
  • For having the ambition, drive, and motivation I too often lack.
  • For standing out in the rain that night in February 2004.
  • For loving cafeterias and dumpy old diners as much as I do.
  • For being able to converse intelligently on subjects that interest me.
  • For taking me to Disneyland. And across state (and national) borders for immoral purposes.
  • For maintaining the assorted databases around which our lives revolve, even when I slack off on my end.
  • For being a perfect fit, physically and intellectually.
  • For giving me a wonderful home in a beautuful city.
  • For making me realize that, even though I might have been quite happy spending my life alone, I could be even happier spending it with someone else.

I love you, baby. Happy anniversary. Happy Hallowe’en too.

Trick or Treat

As a new homeowner and a fairly new adult (despite being 42 years old), this whole switch from end user to service provider in the “trick or treat” game is so new and confusing to me. Since I never really see kids much in my neighborhood, I didn’t know how much candy to have on hand. And I’m still not sure what an appropriate disbursement per goblin actually would be.

It’s 7:22, and the doorbell has only rung three times. I may be stuck with lots of candy. That’s probably not good either.

Randomly Wednesday

Yeah, it’s Wednesday:

  • It was catastrophic carnage befitting the day after Hallowe’en. I walked into the Tiki Room this morning, and there were dozens of dead (or dying) ladybugs all over the floor right by the outside door. It was very sad when I had to vacuum up the cute little buggers.
  • Speaking of seasonal carnage, why does anyone go to The Castro for Hallowe’en anymore?
  • Again speakng of seasonal carnage, I, like thousands of children across the country, am having candy for breakfast this morning.
  • This afternoon: a doctor’s appointment in Charlotte, preceded by lunch at Gus’ Sir Beef, where the beef tips, collard greens, and fried squash make my eyes roll back in my head in a way that few other meals can.