Back in the day, when people walked through the neighborhood, we would speak to people sitting on their front porch. The porch was the place to people watch and meet and greet your neighbor. As a child, it was the vantage point from which to watch the world go by.
Monday, May 26, 2008
I am still trying to pack for my trip
This is what my unpacked suitcase looks like (well not really, if I had a suitcase opened, this is what it would look like.
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