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~Thursday~  Today was a repeat of a stagnant-air, hot bus. Several of the windows were actually open, though, and the air mercifully came on at the Kaplan and Gorman intersection, which is just minutes past where I board. Interestingly, when it did come on, it smelled a little musty and mildewy. Like Roseanne Roseannadanna used to say, "It's always something."

At a subsequent stop, a man got on wearing a Kanki shirt, and I was surprised when he didn't get off at the Hillsborough Street / Dixie Trail stop to switch over to the #4 Rex Hospital bus, which goes to Crabtree Valley Mall, where the Kanki is. Of course there's one out on Falls of the Neuse Road, too.

I've mentioned before "the tape" that you push to alert the driver you want the next stop, and how if you didn't know what it was, you probably wouldn't be able to figure out how to alert the driver. This is what it looks like—between the windows, unmarked of course:

On the bus ride home, the guy sitting across from me had the longest toes. Long toes. You know what that means...

...long flip-flops!

32 years ago tonight, I was doing this:

I'm the one in white, and no, not the bride or the priest, smartass. Click on photo to go to album for more pictures if you're interested in a flashback to the late 70s.

Jude, Rhonda, and I had our weekly 1.5-hour working team meeting, during which we looked at an update that we want to make to information that gets published in the printed campus directory, which no one reads.

I met my friend Steve Moore at The Borough for dinner and drinks at 7:15. He'd just gotten a haircut—very high and very tight. State Patrolman high and tight. It's been quite a while since we've gotten together, and it was good to catch up.

Eventually Gene (the UPS guy) and Jeffrey (the USPS guy)—malemen, as it were—sat next to us at the bar and the four of us chatted a while. At about 9:00 or 9:30, Steve drove us (just me and him) over to Krispy Kreme, where we each ordered two donuts, and I ended up with one I did order and one I didn't. I liked both of them anyway, so it didn't matter. They weren't around long enough to fuss over.

Steve dropped me off at Flex, where it was Trailer Park Prize Night, but not for another 2.5 hours. Glenn and his friend John, visiting from Ft. Lauderdale, were there, and I spoke briefly with them, as they were playing some video game at the bar kiosk. They left at about 10:30, 10:45, something like that, and I followed out not much after that.


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Aug. 8th, 2010 08:16 pm (UTC)
The wedding pictures. The wedding pictures. I am slack-jawed. I am gobsmacked, even.

My older brother was married the year before you in much the same configuration and with very similar hairstyles. Ah, the 70's.

Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behiiiiiind..."
Aug. 9th, 2010 12:12 am (UTC)

Two things about your comment:

  1. Did your brother come out 16.5 years after his marriage?

  2. I love that song, and started singing it when I saw your comment, and when I got to these two lines, I sang the second one wrong, but like the mistake I made:

    ♬ Smiles we gave to one another
    For the day we were ♬

Thanks for reading and commenting, Dan!
Aug. 9th, 2010 04:39 am (UTC)
1. No, my brother and his wife and their two boy children are all incredibly heterosexual.

2. Of course you do. That's why we are simpatico. And misremembered lyrics are only part of the fun.

No need to thank me for reading and commenting. I am a notorious replyer to entries, so you should look for my replies to your posts. That is, unless I have absolutely nothing to say, and that is a fairly rare occurrence.
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