not surprisingly, i remember this. it's not EVERYday an F5 strikes. [i remember well the monster F5 that wiped out jordan, too]
me and the missus--and the mistress and her dog--just barely got into the cellar before that killer took away the family farm.we rebuilt in a different part of the state.
that, my friends, was the birth of the orphanage.and now you know the rest of the story...
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Totally off topic for this post here, but I thought you might find this story interesting: http://blog.wired.com/cars/2008/05/in-a-city-built.html
Would love to hear your thoughts on what those crazy Californians are doing! :)
--holeyhippiegeek
My mom was in Chucktown that day. She was just about to finish her student teaching semester. I think she got to end it early.
thanks, mr/ms hippie-g. i got this link from several folks today, and i recommend it HIGHLY.
if i lived there, you KNOW i'd be doing that shit, too...
it's different here in i-war [joe cocker's pronunciation], where we don't have that kind of gridlock. you know it's bad when you're getting passed by rollerbladers and tallbikes.
yay chuck city!
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