So here I am back at the pediatric dentist, or as i like to call it – the scene of the great laughing gas incident of 2010. Since there are no teeth being extracted this time, both girls were at ease in the drive over after school. After filling out the green form letting the dentist know that we haven’t tried to do any dental work on our own, the girls disappeared into the abyss where the checkups are performed. It’s…
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I can’t sleep. It’s 3:30 a.m. and I’m on a plane somewhere over Utah, or Colorado, heading from the west coast of North America back east. Below me, people are oblivious to the tin can zooming by above them. Some are sleeping. Some are having sex. Some are watching reruns of Cheers between commercials about fixing their credit, or calling party lines so they can simulate sex. They don’t feel the shaking of turbulence as we cross the continental divide…
I can’t sleep. It’s 3:30 a.m. and I’m on a plane somewhere over Utah, or Colorado, heading from the west coast of North America back east. And this is what happened.
Last Friday marked the 15th anniversary of the day I proposed to my girlfriend. I remember it well. We were making a getaway to the mountains of Vermont, and as far as she knew it was just another trip (you know, the kind you take before you have kids.) After a six-hour drive, we checked into Rabbit Hill Inn and then took a walk around the grounds, holding hands. The foliage was just beginning to turn. Not far into our stroll…
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