20 years ago today
I bribed a porter in the
bowels of Penn Station to allow six over-
sized boxes of my life's detritus onto the
Seattle-bound train I was about to board.
Sarah and I thought we'd be here 2 years,
then move back to her loft in Brooklyn,
but we grew too much moss. To hammer
the point home, I find myself remodeling
a bathroom in the same house where I
got
my start in the building trades 16 years
ago.
They say there's no such
thing as progress...
Maybe they're right.
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