Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life |
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Introduction 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. Sinasohn.Net
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Sunday, February 19, 2006 We had dinner tonight at the Biltmore Cafe in Crystal Bay, Nevada. Unfortunately, it wasn't a positive experience.
"Can you kiss my butt?" -- Jared after a particularly hard landing while sledding.
I had my little group of friends from around the neighborhood that I played with. There was 'nes who was sort of the leader -- being bigger and older and able to eat an entire hostess apple pie in one bite. There was Mike who was short and scrappy. There was Weldon who lived around the corner. There were others, but their memory escapes me at the moment.
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