Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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Brakes, we gotta have brakes
Lost my brakes wandering around in the dark looking for the entrance to Wal-Mart. From the location of the Wal-Mart sign in the near corner of the mall I mistook the street before it as the entrance and found myself headed steeply down a narrow windy road with squishy brakes. Not fun.
Night camp: Wal-Mart parking lot in South Charleston WV
Do We Really Mean What We Say
There are a lot of things that make me wonder whether we ever look ourselves straight in the face and really mean what we say when we are patting ourselves on the back.
Eleanor Roosevelt in a letter to a refugee