Eleven months of the year on the road with you, my dear

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I did not dream that I discovered a book of short stories by Lloyd Alexander; it just existed in the children's library collection of the church where part of the dream was taking place. It was from the mid-'80's and had little sandy-looking pen-and-ink illustrations like chapter headings. I remembering being particularly struck by the one for Vesper Holly.

I am awake at this hour because I'm going to be part of this parade: "Reclaim the Streets for Horns, Bikes, and Feet!" The last time I was in a parade, I was still in the Girl Scouts. This time, I got invited by old-time radio people. I have dressed accordingly. I hope someone takes photographs.

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win!

I bought a bottle for my brother at the last Halloween show. It was trying to get more before the next October (which I did; vanguardcdk met me for a handoff at the Starbucks in Arlington Center the day after my grandfather died) that first put me and derspatchel in e-mail contact, although then it didn't work and we had to resort to Facebook for a month while his account got used to me. I believe my brother still has two bottles left. He liked it so much at one point, he was pouring it on waffles.