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SAFARI seems to no longer work
Thursday, August 09, 2018
4 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
This looks amazing -- wish I could be there. Your community has so many wonderful literary, art and music events. I love Boulder, but admit here we celebrate the mountains, the rivers, and events that involve rock climbing, trail running, and doing mad things like sumiting five peaks in a single day (followed by throwing off your clothes at the top and having a pic of yourself naked to winds.)
ReplyDeleteMy memories of Boulder (where we lived one summer while my father had some sort of fellowship in analytic chemistry) are odd. I remember drinking Fizzies with a little girl while she told me the facts of life. And an Indian family across the way had two girls that I loved; their grandfather loved me and always wanted to kiss me on the lips, which upset my mother. I loved my rock club--we went all over, to gold mines and saurian sites and places where it was on fire under the ground...
DeleteHoping the memories I make here are as captivating!
DeleteHaha! Well, you will be making them with a little girl!
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