(SitNews) Klawock, Alaska – My internet home page is the Wall Street Journal, which might be a little ironic since I don’t play the market. The writing and insight are excellent and I’m at the point in my life when I know it is frustrating, but I’d at least like to know what’s going on even if I can’t do much about it.
For no reason I can understand, when the page loaded Tuesday, it was different. I remembered what the paper itself felt like. Every morning before school in California I’d retrieve it from in front of my landlord’s house because the guesthouse I rented was tucked back behind a little strip of grass on the edge of the property and further hidden by a massive weeping willow.
I didn’t start get all mushy and nostalgic, but did have a sudden urge to go to Chipotle for a trio of soft tacos, then to Bass Pro Shops and Chilis as I discussed last week…
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