May 5, 2003


On the way to school this morning I had the most intriguing sensation. I guess that my toothpaste reminded me of it. As I was driving along at sub-sonic speeds in the morning rush, I remembered the grapes which we used to grow on the vines at our old house back in Idaho. How I would pick them off and they would be so sour. And this morning I had a strange desire to own my own little vineyard. 

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