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What a lovely day I'm having! I had to come on just to say that. The 15 miles slipped by like a breeze. A sweaty breeze. I made one stop, at the Bloomfield Bicycle Company, this really neat place that Meaghan would love, where they have hippie staff and sell tandem bikes. They sold me a lock for my bike so that I can galavant as I please, and also gave me a free gel pad for my seat. Even better, I ran into Steve Sylka, the old Youth Pastor of Ptown free meth. He was before my time, but I have always felt very grateful for how he shaped the youth group into something that would accept me. So I ran after him in the street and gave him my copy of the anthology of Christian verse. He must have felt as if he were being mugged. In reverse. Like deggum. sort of.
I was bad and spent money in a used bookstore, but I scored "Generation X" by Doug Coupland. I think you already have it, Meags, but this copy was filled with old yellow newspaper clippings and a kids drawing. The owner of the store explained to me that she thought it was a good thing to sell the books as she got them, complete with love letters and shopping lists and five dollar bills from 1978. The only exception, she told me, was when she got a book on breast cancer that contained all of a woman's test results.
Well, my mood cannot be dimmed and I have smiles for everyone. The sun came out, so now I'l wait til late to go home.