One can HOPE after all
Dec. 29th, 2009 06:49 pmI have become part of a band of merry old men these days. We sit in the library in the evening. We all do different things. Most of them read magazines and newspapers they're too cheap to buy (or are hard to find in our little valley) but there have been a couple with laptops like me, utilizing the free internet. Ah, our happy little group. They accept me because they have no choice. I sit down and get out my laptop and try not to make too much news. For the most part, they ignore me. As I do when they arrive and leave.
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There should have been about four inches more of material here but the connection is being wonky and lost everything but the first paragraph and I don't have the heart to retype it. *growls menacingly at the library's internet connection* I'll have to remember to start copy and pasting once again. Back to the good old days!
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There should have been about four inches more of material here but the connection is being wonky and lost everything but the first paragraph and I don't have the heart to retype it. *growls menacingly at the library's internet connection* I'll have to remember to start copy and pasting once again. Back to the good old days!