nostalgia


Filed away under ‘Princeton’ and ‘Pink Shag Carpet’ are the following:

Chris, Earl and me. A two story brick and a gas main.

Random annoyances, foreign athletes, and the odd mom ….or two. ICQ, academia and romantic pursuits.

Wine by the gallon, midnight sausage runs and Victoria’s Secret. Shared wardrobes, spats, and fourth year finals.

Diets of no nutritional value, indoor tracks and shady photographers. (Oh yes he was!)

European cars, European boys, tennis players and servicemen. Korean cigarettes, close shaves and convenient stores.

Upset drivers, emergency services and near explosions.

It wasn’t orderly. But it was my life.

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