On an entirely different note, I will not be going to Reno. It's far too late in the game.
Jumping again to another topic. Pretty Rectangles (One self portrait included! Ohmygosh, right?):
This first one is of my old track coach. I spotted him walking through the mall today. He didn't recognize me, or at least I don't think he did. He was walking back and forth timing himself. The position of his hand, reminiscent of the sprinter he once was.
This one is of me. I don't like it much, but then again I don't like most pictures of myself.
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Happy-birthday semi-belatedly!
And is that Bair?
Nope, it's Burgess
Omg, Burgess. You know, I went to pick up a kid at Manion Middle School (I think that's what it's called?) over a year ago and I passed him on the sidwalk. He was running. Weird. He didn't recognize me, either.
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