A freak burst thunderstorm has led me into a library. Ddogg is at a bike shop, so I'm kicking back, drying off, and reading the current New Yorker, the one with the giant propane-power food-spewing barbecue on the cover. Life is good.
Also, talked to a kid named Jacob. He and Nathan Byers handcuffed themselves to the pool diving board a few years back. The town ultimately demolished the pool, but not before the two of them protested for three hours. Eventually, wire-clippers were called in.
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