Friday February 27, 2015
As I sit in the house where I grew up, I think about the first time I was here.
Maybe I was nine or 10.
I looked around it and thought it to be a pretty good house.
When my parents and the Realtor were out of site, I climbed through the rectangular hole that allows you to peer through the kitchen into the den. It was my usual circus stunt, doing kid-stuff for no reason I guess.
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I'm not a morning person.
Upon awakening I'm more like the old John Denver number, "Sometimes I Feel Like a Sad Song". Still, that doesn't keep me from imagining what a Chelsea morning must have been like. Or the feeling of that kind of day.
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