The Box, part 3

2002-12-31 - 10:16 a.m.

July: Arrival of the ibook and a new way of life. Quarry walls, long drives, a daylong of independent music, tie dye and incense. The museum, city wanderings, sandwiching between the pounding sun and the baking blacktop. John Mayer, Raul Malo, 4 Way Street, John Flynn, Solomon Burke and dancing, so much dancing. Chicago beneath and you just passing passing. Factory sterility and flirtation. Rockin, rollin and roadtrippin with friends and perfect hard rock.

August: the health all-clear, an era ending. Deciding over and over that we were over but never over. Finally a break from the books and days on the beach renewing fine friendship under the cabana and feet up on the balcony, elbow to elbow at the corner bar, the streets of Ybor and acoustic guitars and memories sipping malibu and pineapple in beach bars.

September: Visiting dormlife in Towson. Waking beside you. Finding more stories in me than I ever knew. More airplanes and wedding vows, cream satin and an empty hotel room. Football and folk clubs.

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