Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Thursday, May 06, 2004
Parents hear things that no one else can.
Jared and I were waiting for the streetcar this morning when I spied a fire truck coming from the opposite direction. I turned Jared around to see it. When he saw it he called out "Fire Truck!"
At least, that's what I heard.
What's neat is that the firemen saw Jared and waved to him. Even cooler, they also rang the bell a bunch of times.