March 3, 2007
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March 3rd, 2007.
Heather and I are driving east on I-85 North, an oxymoron that I believe I’ve griped about before. I-85 is sort of like that kid in school who broke all the rules and yet still was beloved of teachers everywhere (yes, Ian Sikora, I’m talking about YOU) AND went to the homecoming dance with the…