dunkin’ donuts! finally. for the first time since arriving, i was inside one, got coffee, egg and cheese on a croissant, and a doughnut. i haven’t even had the doughnut yet, i am saving it to savor later.
tonight is the tom conlon show. before that: to the verizon store for a new phone, one that hopefully works. before that: a shower.
earlier my dad and i sat outside on his porch and he played guitar for me and i recorded it on my digital recorder. now i will have it forever. you know, for a good portion of my life, i believed that my dad wrote “southern cross.” who knew that it was written by someone else? how bizarre to think about.
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