When I asked her to lunch I had a list of seven things I wanted to bring to her attention. It was our first business meeting – a tentative exploration of whether or not we would become partners in a new venture.
We never got past item one on my agenda. We ended up talking about ourselves for almost two hours. When she hugged me goodbye, I wasn’t sure about the business idea, but I was pretty sure I was in love.
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My love for the commuter train from my small burg into the city depends on only one thing. Who sits next to me. I can have a beautiful ride into work if I’m not assailed with strange smells or someone who takes up more than their share of the seating. People who fall asleep and lean on me are the worst. People who are polite and quiet are the best.
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It was so wet, even the frogs had to look for higher ground. Right now they were clinging to the siding on the south wall outside my house. The ground was soaked and flooded, the rain was still coming, and the weather map showed a bright red extreme weather spot right over us. I might have to make like a frog soon, and climb up to the top of my house.
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I put this question to the group of co-workers sharing lunch in the cafeteria.
Quick! Best getaway for someone who lives in the desert? It has to involve green plants in abundance and lots of water.
The coast of France came up, Florida was suggested, one person thought Oregon was a good idea. Nearby mountain lakes made the list. It all sounded wonderful. And expensive. So I spent my weekend in a lawn chair fishing under some cottonwoods near the river.
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He knocked on my door and introduced himself. He had some strange sounding foreign name and I told him to go away. He was pretty scary looking with dark skin and odd robes instead of a normal person’s clothes. I saw him knocking on the neighbor’s door. She let him in! I thought about calling the police, but I got out my pistol instead. I hid it under my shirt and went over to see if my neighbor needed help. . . .
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