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June 28, 2005 - Tuesday | 6:24 PM, CST
I recently had the pleasure of reading The Right Stuff, by Tom Wolfe. This was a recommendation that came from Andy, and as usual, his advice proved right on the mark. Very rarely have I ever been disappointed with a book recommendation from Andy. The same holds true for my mom, although her recommendations are much less frequent due to the nature of her usual reading material. Recently she let me read her copy of Watership Down, which I had my doubts about (A bunch of little rabbits?). Needless to say I consider it one of the best books I've read. Its probably the best that Mom has ever recommended to me. Perhaps Kon Tiki would share that honor with regards to Andy's reading list.
I'm thinking of changing my e-mail address. I average roughly thirty spam messages a day, and if I'm gone for a weekend or don't come online for a few days, I've usually got about a hundred and fifty messages waiting for me when I next log on. With a dial-up connection in such a rural area, I average about a 26,400 connection speed. When you factor in that most spam nowadays contains a good hefty chunk of HTML code, along with the occasional graphic, I can be sitting here for a good length of time waiting on my mail. The only problem with changing my address would be old friends trying to look me up. Its pretty damn easy to remember my address. Perhaps I need to call a council to make this decision.
Mom called me this afternoon and asked me to go into Sheldon to walk her dog. She had to stay over at work, and she was worried there'd be a couple of nice piles and puddles on the floor when she got home. It was strange walking through the yard, which I really haven't done in several years. Most of the trees that I climbed, or planted in my youth have grown huge. I barely recognized them. It reminded me of the times before I got my driver's license when summer days were spent relaxing and playing outside, and the nights spent with friends around a campfire or in Gary's camper playing Magic. Bryan and I drive to work every night, and I see kids sitting around campfires with tents in the backyard, or walking down the streets, and I remember how carefree those days were.
I remember a couple of summers I'd usually wake up pretty early in the morning as compared to Bryan. The first thing I'd do was look in the TV guide to find out what time Beavis and Butthead was on that particular night. After finding out, I'd generally walk uptown to check the mail. Coming home, I'd sit in an old recliner chair we had on the porch and watch the morning unfold, waiting for Bryan to get up so we could plan our day's activities (making sure we were home in time for Beavis and Butthead, of course).
Hell I sound like an old man now. Its time to eat supper, toodleloo.
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