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Thanks for Sharing
Wednesday, June 09, 2004 3:28:00 AM
by Joe McCarthy
| Essays |
| NOT ABOUT ROBBIN AND HIS SEVEN HOODS |
I bumped into my friend Rob (you know, the guy who rented the cherry picker crane from a company in New York) at the laundromat monday night. Haven't seen him in months. The lady that runs the laundromat was complaining to him about the wood chips that were falling from his work clothes, onto the floor. I was impressed with how he controlled his emotions by not arguing with her.
Over the past few weeks I've attended a couple of presentations at Temple University. Both of the modern auditoriums were very nice. I would love to use the one for personl use. As I was sitting there, I tried to imagine what it was like when Bill Cosby attended that college. My daughter will be enrolled in September. She's a psych major.
In two seconds, when I say "go," say the very first thing that pops into your mind. Go. "My aunt Midge."
I have no idea why I just tought of my aunt. She died years ago. I loved her very much. More than an aunt.
Maybe I thought of her because our cousin Joanne is in town visiting. She's from New Orleans. She used to own an art gallery.
I saw some fascinating artwork down town last friday.
There's a book on the computor called "Woman & Self-Esteem." It's Kim's. I'll have to check it out.
And I do have to check out. Bye.
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