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I wish I’d met you. You died on New Year’s Eve in 1968. You were born in 1882! What things you saw! What change! Ellis Island! An immigrant who gave your daughter and her children better lives. Without you I would not exist.
What kind of trap is this? It was washed up at Mission Beach. The red things are actual bricks. And in the middle were two bleached out pieces meat. It was washed up and had rope attached. So—what kind of trap is this?
SAT JUN 19, 1993: I remember the glee with which Sharon & Chris revealed the event they were taking me to was a Barry Manilow concert. I was a music snob and she forced me to admit he was a helluva performer. We miss you Sharon!
My grandmother, Jean wrote this note in 1993. Landline. Erin’s been my friend a long time. My grandma was more than 10 years out from the stroke that changed her life and forced her to re-learn everything, including writing. It was also the era when I’d come back to San Diego on vacation. I miss her. I disagreed with her consistently but loved her dearly.
Was looking at code. Just doing cleanup in archival directories on my website and in a file with a time stamp of August 22, 2001 — hidden in an HTML comment— here’s a copy and pasted email from my mom. I encoded an audio tape of the night before their wedding and asked how old everyone in the tape was. I sure miss you mom.