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Cemetery · Jan 2, 05:30 PMThink of all that time you spend wishing your life would end. Instead, you could be hanging out in the cemetery during a snow storm, looking for the grave of a loved one. This was my best day in Chicago. The night before, I fell asleep on the train and woke up at Pulaski on the Blue Line at 4:00 am. By the time I got a southbound train to Jackson, transfered to the Red Line, and rode the train to Chicago and walked to my parents place it was 5:30 am. (I met some memorable people on the trip though. A woman on her way to work rubbed my arms and back to warm me up. I guy passed me on the street who stared at me so I go, “Man it’s cold.” He yelled at me, “You’re in Chicago motherfucker, of course it’s cold.” That made me laugh. And then I met a guy who lived on the street named Richard; he only had one arm. I gave him a hug and bought him some food, thinking about Brother Rick Curry, who I interviewed in the last issue of Young Philosopher.) I got up four hours later to attend a funeral, which in my mind, was a celebration of life. And, that’s all I’ll be doing this 2008…celebrating life. I’ve begun by meditating for 20 minutes each day. And, I’ve pretty much written nonstop since my mom gave me a line-less journal for Christmas. I don’t like the lines. — Young Philosopher CommentCommenting is closed for this article. |
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I liked watching your parents dust off your grandparents. Are the great-grandparents from Poland there, too. In your new videos, I like how you zeroed in on the shrimp and I liked how your parents don’t have any fancy furniture, probably because their three sons destroyed their first stuff. I lent a set of chairs to a bigshot historian and his rich wife for ten years once, and their two kids broke three of the chairs, drew all over them with crayola, destroyed the seats, and then the mother got huffy when I asked for them back.
— robert f. trent · Jan 3, 11:21 AM · #
i remember grandma’s funeral. and Yes, the ggp’s are in the same cemetery.
— joerime · Jan 8, 04:06 PM · #