August 4th, 2007

Dead Dog Cat

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Last night, after safely arriving at my mother's house, and spending the evening digging through the piles of material that my father had amassed over the years about me, forestcats and I watched an episode from season three of The Sopranos which wasn't quite as good as those previous. Then came sleep.

forestcats was delighted to find that my father had kept all the letters I had written in the summer of 1972, while I was in Israel; she thought that they were terrific reads...