The Gold Mine 127: June 8, 1995

Stuff I've dug up.

Here's a passage from a diary entry I wrote on today's date 16 years ago. I was 15.

June 8, 1995
Well, tomorrow my family once again sets off for our annual trek to the beach in Destin, Florida. I'll tell you, I'm sick to wretched death of Florida. I just wish we could go one year without that trip.
I'm starving; I think I'll try to scrounge something up.

I am not a beach person.

ELSEWHERE:
My review of Mortar Theatre Company's Mother Bear is in this week's Time Out Chicago.