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Jun 30

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What a great day looks like…

Yesterday, I got to spend the day with my fabulous sister and her two girls.

First we took a walk downtown.  Amanda was uncharacteristically untalkative. Her mother and I were characteristically quite talkative (so that worked out just fine).

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Amanda Rides

Allison does, too.

We enjoyed the sights.

Finger Walking

What is that?

Bumble Bees

 Then there was swimming!

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What’s She looking for?

Did she find it?

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Amanda splashes her face almost every time she comes up out of the water. I'm wondering where she got this from?

Maybe she just likes making a splash in general.

The afternoon ended as it should…with ice cream!

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And for some of us, a nap (though not for as many of us as wanted one).

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Jun 15

Reflections on The Wall

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7/28/91

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It was my fourth visit, and I was surprised by the number of people there.  Dismayed, even.  But what did I expect, coming on a spring Saturday?  Twice I had gone by night, quiet, Lincoln’s stern reflection glowing off black granite.

My mother came this time and she cried.  “He used to be so funny.”  I never imagined she’d find a memory here, like so many others.  Why did it shock me so?

I found my way to the name I met my first time.  12 West, line 52.  “Hi Donald.”

There’s a man making rubbings and I follow him.  He’s so busy.  I keep following and now I steal my chance.  “Will you do one for me?”  I take pictures of the old man’s hands, rubbing pencil over paper, and in my mind, I make up a life to go with the name.

A young boy walks by with his father, and I hear him ask the question.  The father says, “Ah…jeez, well it all started…”

I turn away, with Donald’s name, climb out of the crevice, and step back into the world.

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