Tuesday, August 14, 2007

August 14, 1993

My apartment building was the type that had apartment doors open directly to the outside, onto wooden deck balconies running along the 2nd and 3rd levels of the sides of the building facing the street. On nice days I might sit out in a folding chair and read a book or the paper or whatever. On this day my new next door neighbor Jane stopped to chat.

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