Frans thought i really might have something rolling: i sent a few of my stories. no, that wasnt' what he wanted. but then I got the offer to look into a Spalding Gray. How he walked into the east river in January and wasn't found unitl March. Rolling up on the Brooklyn shore, at some point, bones no doubt with so many English and early Americans battling at sea and sinking ships.
it's hard to imagine.
no, that's what I mean, at all.
is how I think of a post that i would send to him...the closest I can come is those transition days after I was fired from the electricians and was heading for my 4th interview.
well, you look pretty good, the man said to me. and i talked with for hours, he not having enough nerve to walk away from me.
XXX
Barack...there were tears in my eyes. i rose to my feet not a few times and then we were patient, having waited throughout the day. I got to Demo Headquarters and was able to get on the phone a couple times, telling people where they needed to go: but today was a smashing succes. there were more people showing up than they ever expected.
and then, coming up the the stairway, a thin lady asked me if seats were taken...and then behind them was Debbie Burchard....and then I espied Josh Hertzl and then, Down Below, was Amy Dostal...they all cheered and waved and, earlier, a furtive Amy Brower trucking down the road with her kids. Bren ran ahead but she kept on a movin'
it was my political statement.
it was my WWII and Indy500 reunite with a piece sent to Geitner re Fr. B who said he'd take a look at it.
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