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Living, loving, and learning. Developing content for lots of dot-coms. Still writing, editing, volunteering, and adventuring. Today I met with Community Access Televison regarding various side projects.
My Mac Memories:
(1.) Observing the subtle changes of the seasons while walking through Tangletown at dusk and dawn.
(2.) Digging the multi-pierced ears of the coolest waitress (sorry, I forget this wonder-woman's name), at the St. Clair Broiler while noshing on supremely fortifying late-night and/or morning-after "nutrients."
(3.) O'Gara's very kind, loving, and sweet matrons and waitresses; dimly-lit shadows of neon-back-lit shamrocks glowing sweetly over hungry walleye dinner specials; including a baked potato, salad, rolls and butter... and just about the best night of lubricated conversation; love lost, forlorn, and found — to be found in the late ’70s and early ’80s in sweet mother of all: Saint Paul.
(4.) During Interim (January) — enduring early morning "snovels" through 35- zero wind chill shoveled "snow tunnels" (previously known as sidewalks), to attend an unbelievably cool film class where we first experienced David Lynch's Eraserhead, and the uber classic: The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Not to mention my first viewing of Felinni's Amarcord.
I escaped humidity and mosquitoes for the warmer and snowier Vail Valley. Lured here from a chance encounter at my 15-year high school reunion, that resulted in marital bliss and two awfully cute little girls. Currently gazing out onto the snow-covered runs, “spring time lime green” aspen foliage, the 9th hole and ignoring work.
My Mac Memories: