ah how sweet it is just to walk through the streets to the internet and type.

if only I had some wherewithall to enjoy this moment I mean sit down in a restaurant and eat breakfast my great uncle Daniel the alcoholic for whom my father another alky named me my great uncle Dan whom I only knew as a baby I vaguely remember the old man and my father did love him yes and he was a character yes and maybe I only remember the picture of me baby on his knee but I have his name and there it is and he used to like to go out to breakfast everyone used to tell me when I asked about him

but I cannot. I ate at home toasted tortilla with strawberry jam and coffee. saving money soving moenysa divism dmome saving money hell ever the how ewe spiel it yezzzz

but how sweet it is just to walk through the streets

to be home again from the great green north and recovering from the nasty cold I slept and slept and slept and got better

stopped smoking cigarettes but I must admit I am glad I cannot affort to buy any right now because the tobacco addiction is FEARRRRRRRSSSOOOOOmmmmely fierce yes

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

mmmm and the sweet kisses of that woman Teresa make me feel much better about not smoking

except she wants to live in Otay and I want to live downtown and

well we are at an impasse

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not apo strophe remember

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I received some email at my genealogy site informing me of my great grandmother who lived long ago back in old Iowa a woman whom I never knew but now thanks to a courteous and interested cousin I know her and her parents and her obituary and what can I say thank you....

Having just returned from the great green north where I saw the grave of one great grandmother, it is curiously coincidental that at the same moment a heretofore unknown cousin was thinking of me

thank you, Don

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