I swear this is the last post tonight...

[palsgraf_polka]

I was perusing my books in search of a book to read, and saw The Onion Field by Joseph Wambaugh, which I bought about 20 years ago and never got past the first 20 pages or so, but so many of my favorite authors credit Wambaugh with their careers, so I felt I should give it another chance.

And I found a very odd bookmark.



from the music choices, I think this was probably written when I was about 16 or 17. Apparently it was very important that I have at least 4 100 minute tapes, hahahaha.

Also, something is currently thumping across my roof, making the cats insane. I have a feeling it's a raccoon. Sounds heavier than a cat.

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[ygrii-blop.livejournal.com]

Wifey and I started married life in a trailer. It may sound awful, but we liked it. The trailer was parked at the edge of eleven acres of woods. It was nice. At the end of our trailer, at the very edge of the woods, were a persimmon tree and a mulberry tree. The raccoons held bacchanalias on our roof every fall when the fruit was ripe. And then one summer the tulip tree at the other end of our trailer was full of horrible screeching bats. We liked living there and so did the wildlife.

[palsgraf-polka.livejournal.com]

I've often thought about living in a trailer. I think I would be very happy. It would satisfy some primal white trash ancestral urge.