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Into Passion Pit a bit after a visit to Binghamton wherein I visited long-time friend and electronic music aficionado, Sarah Walker (on Facebook).
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Casio MT-800 playing You Are The Sunshine Of My Life. This takes me back to happy(ish) times in my mind.
Almost a month in Philadelphia was enjoyed by my friends, family and self but without a single picture taken by yours truly. So, what I have are memories, and these are they.
My Philadelphia-based family purchased an illustrious apartment home in Center City. It is the right space at the right price and should improve their quality of life considerably, particularly with a growing daughter. Their daughter, incidentally, is swell. During my stay, I helped them move the three-and-a-half blocks or so from the old location to the new. If they were any more centrally located they’d be sleeping in City Hall. I love it! More importantly, they seem to love it and I’m very glad to have a place to squat in Philadelphia — I mean a place to stay when I visit.
Feeling particularly at ease, I was receptive to a call from my former employer to contribute a few hours to a project involving reporting with ColdFusion and its infamous
I saw virtually everyone I wanted to see from my life in the city. I almost wrote, “old life,” but there’s no such thing. The perspective I have from living there for six years, followed by the loss of some autonomy when circumstances dictated I move back to my hometown, is a personal treasure. I remember hating myself years ago for not trying hard to make it in the city. I eventually did that very thing and now I understand more deeply the phrase, “Wherever you go, there you are.”
As I write, I’mm connected to the free Wifi available on this particular Susquehanna Trailways bus. The trip home always seems quiciker though that isn’t saying much as the trip down, time before last, was nine hours. Today, the bus driver is an Indian female. Though cold, it’s sunny. Counting also the free WiFi and last but not at all least a snack bag packed by my big sister early this morning, I couldn’t ask for more today. As for tomorrow, I may want more from the universe. Not too much, just my comeuppance.
