September 7, 2003
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September 7, 2003
Changing tires and packing cars and hauling boxes – I am my father’s daughter, indeed. Spent yesterday walking around the Reading Terminal Market with Shane. This giant indoor bazaar of everything you could possibly want to buy: a jungle plant called Heliconia that looks like a fraggle, fresh fish, books made of grape leaves, all…
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Sept. 7th, 2003.
I’m worried that Heather thinks every open mic we hit will be like the Point, or like … I don’t know. It’s been awesome, being able to scan the web, finding places that look like a lot of fun, and adjusting our schedule to match. Unfortunately, I certainly didn’t count on SO MANY web pages…