Stuff I've dug up.
Here's an excerpt from a diary entry I wrote on this date 10 years ago. I was 22.
7.7.02. Sunday. 11ish pm. The air between Memphis and Chicago.
Independence Day jaunt to Florida over. Some snapshots:
Frustration with T-Bone. Garage fees. O'Hare. My sailor. Briny depths. Seaweed-clogged water. Posing for photographs in which I had to sit on sand. Stealing chairs from a resort with Dad so that we wouldn't have to stand during the fireworks. Petey's solitary wanderings on the beach (I'm worried about her). Mom and Aunt Em encouraging me to talk to Petey about watching too much BET. Ronnie F's silky smooth legs. AH shouting "You hate me!" into the phone and then hanging up (I haven't talked to him since). Em saying that she doesn't call home when out of town because it only makes her miss her family more. The whole family in front of The Cosby Show again. The mortifying golf cart. Tears in Em's eyes when she said goodbye.
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