Dad sent me a comic today. By “sent,” I mean he cut it out of the newspaper, put it in an envelope, and mailed it to me. Even though I found it online, it’s cool to get real mail once in a while. That reminds me: I should write a letter or two. Thanks, Dad.
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Maynard Ferguson
On of the clearest memories that I have from childhood was a night at the fairgrounds. It was early in my seventh-grade year, and I had decided I wanted to be in the band. I had also decided on the clarinet for my axe. I’m not sure why, but it probably reminded me of a [...]
Mountains
After a brief ride from Macon to Conyers to have my windshield installed, I made my way to Roswell to meet Tim. I followed him back to his place to begin my journey to Dad’s for the weekend. The next morning, after a stop at Starbuck’s for a morning dark roast, I travelled up I-575, [...]