Mid-morning. You discovered that as of
yesterday this blog is seven years old and added a note to this effect on
yesterday’s blog. – Amorella
0912 hours. My mind is mostly here
and now or elsewhere. Nothing new or No thing knew.
You did your thirty minutes of full
exercises, then you and Carol finished off last afternoon’s pizza. Carol is
getting her hair done and when she returns you are heading to Kim and Paul’s
for the night to see Owen off to the first grade in the morning. This is very
exciting for all of you and him too. – Amorella
1322 hours. I remember going off
to school in the first grade but I don’t remember the first day although it had
to be the same – I left from 103 West Walnut Street after stopping off from the
corner of West Park and Knox, heading south on Knox to the corner of Hiawatha
where Longfellow Elementary still sets. The first grade was on the east side of
the school. I don’t remember disliking a day I spent at Longfellow for the
first and second year. Third year I transferred to Minerva Park School on
Cleveland Avenue. – I sit here writing thinking I’m like in Wilder’s Our Town
and we’re up on the hill and I’m talking to the dead person next to me, a
fellow who has heard this story more than once. Bazaar.
1333 hours. That's what it felt like, being in Our Town.
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