Monday, January 11, 2010

Libbytown

This area of the city is called Libbytown, with Interstate 295 rumbling above. One very memorable time here for me was when, riding my bike into the driveway on Stevens Avenue, Dad stopped me in my tracks and yelled to jump in the old Jag with him. I had no idea what was up, but as soon as I heard the wail of firetrucks in front of us, I knew. We headed here and saw the night sky lit like daytime with a general alarm fire. As I remember, three tenements were up in orange and yellow flames. Strange what is interred in our memories. I have never forgotten this night. By the way, yesterday was the first day I was back actively checking out my Blog

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  1. Ok, so I'm not home but due to my roommate having a severe case of the 'snores', I'm up in the R-1 Lobby on a pc @12:22AM. I'm doing very well, I've been ready to 'break out of this place for 2 days. My nurses say "I'm ready". They have been how fast and well I've mended! See YOU on the outside soon!

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  2. "On the outside" - it gets like that, doesn't it. Now about your yarn ...

    Your Dad had a Jag, but you also mentioned at some stage that he had an MG, too. Did he have a British fetish?

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  3. You are correct on both accounts, mulitple MGBs and Jags had spots in the driveway. Import fetish for sure!

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  4. Oh, Birdman, it's so good to hear your 'live' voice again! Today, with any luck, you'll be riding with your beautiful Elenka and your handsome J. back to your dear home. Everything will look so extraordinary to you on this ride. You are always a pretty grateful guy but I think this ride will be special. And when you get home you will be a weary Birdman, but it will be the first day of your new beginning. Be patient, B.

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  5. Sounds like you'll soon be home! Nice! Don't overdo it- for awhile anyway- ...Glad you put this milestone into history!

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  6. you're kicking butt! Keep it up

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