Friday, January 26, 2007

360/365 A Fourth Mark

Junior year, my neighbor and I were the new kids. I bummed rides in his old blue Fiat (a choke on the dash). Good-looking and pissed off, he openly scoffed at what passed for “mountains.” For awhile, I made out with his older brother.

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  1. A Choke on the dash...awesome! Vrrommm!

    Only 5 left I.B.
    What's next?

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  2. Another disgruntled displaced Westerner?

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  3. Funny how the older brother hasn't had a post written about him.

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  4. Cedar: And won't get one.

    Helen: Yup.

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  5. lo: I'm working on getting a new blog up and running, but I have a pesky February 2 work deadline to meet, so there may be a slight delay.

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  6. How cool about the new blog, IB! What will the format be?

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  7. SY: Uh oh. There has to be a format?

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  8. I mean, will it be a 44-word deal, but about subjects other than people? Or about people, but not limited to 44 words? I can't wait to hear more about it!

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  9. Yes, do leave us a link. Now about your post....may we assume he was scoffing at your breasts? How rude!

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  10. Believe me, Susan, that would be a logical assumption to make.

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  11. Well, if I can get a word in on Mark's behalf, when I moved back East after having lived near the mountains, it took years to get over missing them.

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  12. Ooh, i'm such a joiner; if you want people to copy.

    My dad's old sports car had a choke on the dash. Heh.

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  13. MM: Being near mountains is a wonderful thing, even tiny Vermont mountains. I'm sure if I ever lived near western ones I would resent it if I had to leave them behind...

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