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Love that Dorchester

Back from a flying trip to Boston. Got to see the sights and had the opportunity to get lost in Dorchester. The place where people keep getting shot. Oh yay. The lad has a x-country meet today at Franklin Park. It’s the State Invitational. Not a parental spectator event today so I wasn’t planning on going. But someone’s alarm “didn’t go off” and someone missed his ride to the bus. So, off we went with me sputtering and snapping a mile a minute.

I mostly got over it. But we will—somehow—fix this alarm clock problem. One must turn one’s alarm clock on in order for it to go off as scheduled. I’d sigh, but that doesn’t seem the appropriate response. Mom wasn’t real happy this morning. I believe that message came through loudly and clearly. I would go so far as to say I might have even been a little scary this morning. He’s just lucky I wasn’t dangerous.

Posted on 10/02/04 at 10:04 AM
 




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