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There's an all request radio station in town. The pizza place we go to always plays this station as a kind of seventies and eighties American counterpoint to their televisions which are always playing an Italian satellite station or soccer on any random station which happens to be showing soccer. This radio station's slogan is (or was) "We play anything!" And, damn, but they sure do.

This is not necessarily a good thing.

Think about it.

In other news, we had another cat pee event, so I guess I spoke too soon. I'm still doing lots of physical therapy. The exercise sequence I'm supposed to do just takes forever and pretty much sucks up time I could be writing. Even so, I started drinking more coffee again. Yay! My imaginary friends have woken up and come out to play. Not so Yay! I also wake up in the wee hours and worry about the warping of the floorboards at one end of the living room.

Yeah, other people get to worry about actual problems, or at least nameless, menacing fears. I get warped floorboards. Thank you, brain.

Also, it is autumn.

This is the railroad bridge over the James River. By the bases of the piers you can see the footings of the older bridge replaced by this one. Oz knew a guy who crossed this bridge on a motorcycle. This was a long time ago, once when the river was so flooded that all the bridges were closed. The river must have spilled way out of its banks, but this guy had a girlfriend on the other side of the river, so what else could he do?

278 words | November 1, 2006 07:47 PM | Shutterbug