In this post: Another Einstein, a blast from the past.
I’m pleased to report that it’s 7:20 p.m. and Sam is on his way home from work. Glorioski! We get to spend a real weeknight together JUST LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE. I haven’t decided yet what to do about dinner, although Sam would be happy with leftovers and I’ve always got Vienna sausages or canned tamales, both of which make me exceptionally happy in a pinch.
Did you ever Google somebody from your extremely-distant past who pops into your head for no apparent reason whatsoever? I just did that with a person I used to know during my one stinking semester at the University of Wisconsin back in 1969 ... and I even managed to spell his name right after all these years. His name is Harlan, he’s 65 and apparently builds scenery and sets for a professional theater in Wisconsin. I have to admit the dude looks scary, but what the hell. That’s Harlan.