Brother, can you spare a ride? Still can't drive. There are only a few friends who live close enough to pick me up and don't work during the day. I must ask for rides with care so as not to burn anyone out. The Dutchman, an old roommate, is a TV camera operator with a late afternoon call time. He's gotten me to the doctor twice and the bank once. I'd really like a haircut. But I don't want to burn a car trip for one.
This feels similar to house arrest.
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Is The Dutchman, by any chance, who I think it is?
Dave?
Yes, indeed.
The one who married the Australian lady?
Married and divorced.
Ouch. Sorry to hear that, they seemed to start off well together.
Tell him HI for me, OK?
OH! and I'd never expect him to remember this, but waaaaaay back when, he said he'd be happy to see some of my pix. Naturally I immediately crawled under a rock.
Now as least I've come as far as putting my pix on my blog. Including the blurries etc. I would have *DIED* if anyone saw, back when I was younger.
Over time, those old photos I wanted you both to see are going on that blog, too. Got 'em all on CD already. Hundreds. no - a couple thousand.
The Dutchman was doing the same thing for awhile. He had a website loaded with his stuff.
But his life is so hectic, I don't know if he kept up with that.
But do post yours.
Thanks! I'm getting there. Like a snail. But still, moving forward for sure.
Feels good.
PS Do you know Dave's website address? Even if it's not current any more I'd love to see it.
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