I’m a political geek. I usually have wtma 1250am on in the background so I can keep tabs on things. Well, that is when I’m not being forced to listen to The Wiggles. I must mention that my two year old picked up “dammit” from a spot by Radio Free Rocky D. How do you explain that one to Grandma?
Moving on. . . I was perusing Donna Darlin’s Blog over on myspace (aka Emo Teen Hell and found an entry that took me back to highschool.
I was a nerd. No, really, I was (am). I never really had to worry about sharing my seat, it wasn’t in high demand. Three quarters of my bus lived by the fairgrounds, some were from Tall Pines and a couple were from Caromi Village (just the name conjures up the smell) This never made much sense to me, it was the potpouri of Stratford’s bus routes. I remember sitting there doing my homework, minding my own business; I heard and felt a soft thud. I glanced over at what appeared to be a dead squirrel. I poked the mysterious object with a pencil and realized it was someone’s weave. Thankfully, its owner appeared to reclaim it, as I was rendered speechless. She carried it away, clutching it like a trophy. I’ve never been able to get that image out of my mind.
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