Distance: 8 blocks, Teach Class
In case you get the idea from reading my blog that I'm actually the open, self-revealing person you see before your eyes, let me explain. Decades before personalized tee shirts came in, my roommates in Washington, DC actually found a way to have a tee made that read "I Don't Want To Talk About It" because I said this so often.
If I'd thought at all about writing a blog, I might have dimly conceived of some sort of serious writing effort. Well crafted essays, that sort of thing. So who is this person you're/I'm reading? Where did she appear from? Talking about everything? Nothing she won't talk about seems like. Kind of beats me too how/when she showed up.
As my friends Andrea and Rich, who strongly urged me to write a blog, say: Well, guess the blog made you do it.
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