Don't See in Here

Saturday morning, March 24.  Cue “Mission Impossible” soundtrack.  An email from overseas hits my inbox: Alex is in London!  She doesn’t have much computer time, is dashing off a note asking a favor.  [...]

Jonna tagged me!  Acceptance by the pack!  Aoooh!
Yes, I’m excitable, but I must mention the lovely harmonics of this happening on the first day of my second year of blogging :-)
The assignment is to divulge my weird or quirky characteristics; the challenge, of course, is to narrow the field to five.
1.  Filing by [...]

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Pluses (pretend there are bullets* in this list):

Bob had a Dennis Quaid smile.  (That’s almost enough, right there.)
Blond hair, too.
Great build.
Funny.  Engaging, heh.
He was a decent photographer, and he cut his own Tri-X.

Minuses:

Sparkling repartée?  [...]

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My summer of jack-o-lantern aprons and engagement to Mr. Pedestal, 1974, surprisingly did not precede my 1972 Thanksgiving in England.  Chronology aside, Mr. Pedestal himself was the date I got most spectacularly wrong.
Throughout the ‘74 winter, I’d been spending an inordinate [...]

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I ran across this 1972 snapshot yesterday and saw it with fresh eyes.  My stance looked uncharacteristically cocky: I mused that, with the dramatic backdrop, I could be Agent 13 in eastern Europe, cleverly disguised as a tourist in order to chase down CHAOS [...]