February 29, 2008
I have pretty much gone on about half a dozen of what you can call actual, typical “dates” in my life. My first (and only, really) date with David involved feats of skill, Persian food, a fedora, and Chez Clay. All good things. As a twist, this was not my last date. Note the almost non-existent, bright-red hair.
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Thoughts on Overcoming the Fear of Flying
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Book Review: “Work Song” by Ivan Doig
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Reading, eBooks, and what I think of the iPad versus the Kindle
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