I walked out my back gate tonight and joined the choir at St. Mary's just twenty steps away. Watch out 9am mass. You've got a soprano with rusty cords on your hands.
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I thought it might be a fun project to snap a photo and post a blurb each day for a year as way to keep in touch with family and friends who are far away. And as a way to stop and smell the roses as they say. Even though in Chicago,for much of the year,the roses are covered in ice and snow and are often peed on by dogs.
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- Choir Practice
- One of those Tuesday nights.
- A very happy birthday to my beautiful niece Autumn...
- A walk in the woods
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- Live in DC
- If this life be not a real fight, in which somethi...
- Bo-ring.
- Even though we had to trade Lake Michigan for them...
- Orson's War
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- Today, for THIS, I slammed on my breaks, did a u-t...
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- I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. T...
- Good boy.
- Today I heard "knock, knock, knock, knock" near my...
- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
- Adam at home with homesick huskers (sippin' on an ...
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- Birth of Cool
- "myface"
- Masterpiece Theater
- Korean Karaoke
- Eric and I shot over to Gethsemane Garden Center t...
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- Blerg!
- Pardon me.
- Plaza Sésamo
- I walked out my back gate tonight and joined the c...
- Part 3 on dear Allison (aka Noil).
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