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Packing it In

It's Tuesday night. In the morning I am flying down to Anchorage to meet Stephanie and her brother, Brian. They've been doing the touristy thing for the past few days without me. I'm packing camping gear for our weekend camping trip, but I'm totally lost. I'm out of camping practice, and I don't know what to pack. What will we need? It's half-past midnight and I'm listening to the Fiery Furnaces turned up loud. I'm not allowed to listen to music loud when the family is home. Either the boy is sleeping or we have to keep the music at a level that we can comfortably talk over, in case we want to talk. Why can't we just agree that we're not talking now, but listening, and turn it up? It's 12:30AM and still twilight outside. I'm in the twilight zone. Flying tomorrow. Kayaking on Thursday. Train ride all day Friday. Siting in the shade on Saturday. More flying on Sunday. 300 miles by boat on Monday. Chained back to the desk on Tuesday.

Posted on Wednesday, May 24, 2006 at 12:35AM by Registered CommenterBrian Rozell | Comments1 Comment

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So, I was looking at my daughter drawing, and using her left hand, and I thought to myself, "Hmmmm... who have I known that is left handed? There was that guy in elementary school... what was his name? Oh yeah. Brian." Fast forward a couple days and my friend is telling me to go search MySpace and see how much I'll laugh when I find my old friends from school. Strange what you remember about people, isn't it? I am really loving reading about your adventure, and am so impressed with how far you've come since what? The fourth grade? Anyhow, when I saw you, I had to say hello.

The former, April Dunn
June 2, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterApril

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