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Coasting...
Oct. 26th, 2013 09:32 pmI managed to keep this a don't-turn-on-the-work-computer Saturday, the down side of which is that I'm going to have to do everything I had planned to get done over the weekend tomorrow.
A letter I wrote to my mother on June 28, 1964 surfaced today. Among other things, it fixes the date on which my grandmother—who was 76 at the time and walked with the aid of a cane—took me to New York World's Fair in Flushing Meadow (we were planning to go that day, in fact). Getting to the Fair was easy enough, as it involved a trip from the 82nd Street elevated station outbound to the end of the line, if memory serves.
The letter also betrays a certain programmer-like frame of mind. To wit, I wrote:
* * * In other news, I learned today that "Anvers" is what the French call Antwerp, Belgium.
Cheers...
A letter I wrote to my mother on June 28, 1964 surfaced today. Among other things, it fixes the date on which my grandmother—who was 76 at the time and walked with the aid of a cane—took me to New York World's Fair in Flushing Meadow (we were planning to go that day, in fact). Getting to the Fair was easy enough, as it involved a trip from the 82nd Street elevated station outbound to the end of the line, if memory serves.
The letter also betrays a certain programmer-like frame of mind. To wit, I wrote:
P.S. I love you.I wonder whaere I got the idea to say that in just that way?
P.P.S. A million more P.S.'s!
Cheers...
