I usually don’t do these things …

9 February, 2005 Ken Uncategorized

“If you read this, even if I don’t speak to you often, would you post a
memory you have of me???

It can be anything you want…it can be good or bad…just
so long as it happened.

Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.”

Okay, troops … forward, march!


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5 Responses to “I usually don’t do these things …”

  • Anonymous says:

    And I remember a lot …
    … and I never thought I would have such lovely reminiscience about shoveling shit. I could have done that every day for the rest of my life.
    And I remember the first thing that made me start loving you to death … we were packing boxes in the dining room and you divulged that you took 11 years of Latin. There’s probably a dent in the floor from where my jaw dropped.
    And getting to know you through your journal was a strange yet compelling experience. And you were the first person I met in ages that could really talk to.
    But the strangest thing is that I had a dream shortly before all of this about someone who could easily had been you if I had met you yet. Just a short minute-long dream about someone that could have been you, my wife, and I waking up one morning in an upstairs bedroom in a farmhouse.

  • peacevine says:

    of course- the first time I met you…
    actually, premeeting was pretty cool too, I was moving hay when Stew first mentioned you’d be coming by later that morning- the way he talked about you, I somehow figured you’d be either this over-zealous teenager or this crazy old cooky guy- imagine my surprise when you walk down the steps in your wife’s overalls and your black boots! My goodness, you were a bit of both! I remember later on, you talking with stew about web pages and history and thinking- wow cool guy, knows his stuff and knows how to talk about it- what a dork! I’m glad he comes by, it’d be good to get to know him and I wonder if I can have a good convo with him.
    And I guess it turned out that I could.
    (btw, stamps, letter, etc forthcoming, I’m waiting until fiji and their stampage—and I’m hyper lazy)

  • Anonymous says:

    Re: Dunkirk
    Yes, I remember the rest stop … and the trucker next to us probably having a clue what was going on. It’s amazing how much a woman can try not to squirm in a bucket seat …
    And I do remember protecting you. I was always a sucker for a damsel in distress.
    And I actually do remember meeting you through Kevin. I miss the original Topic Cafe more than anything … more bright spots in a mundane existence.

  • Anonymous says:

    Re: Dunkirk
    You know … I think I’ll make this thread “Friends Only”

  • phenixred says:

    First and Formost. I have to say was the first time we met. It was at Topic. I was sitting out side with Kevin drinking coffee. I was trying to explain to Kevin where I got black and blue goose egg on my head, with out him totally freaking out. You came over and Kevin introduced us. I remember thinking you were so awsome, and I grilled Kevin for almost an hour after you left about who you were. He bribed me to tell me what I wanted to know AFTER I told him what he wanted to know.
    Second, I have to say the night we went to Dunkirk to see your house comes to mind. Being in a room full of people I dident know and feeling weird. They were cool though. Driving all the way home to find out you forgot your house keys, and at 2 am we had to drive BACK to go get them. Stopping at Denny’s for coffee on the way there, and stopping in a rest area on the way back because we coulden’t keep our hands off each other long enough for you to get us back to your place.
    Third. The night you came with me to Steven the Evil’s house to pick up the rest of my belongings, because I was afraid he would try to kill me again. I remember that was the first time in over 2 years I finally felt safe.
    Fourth. The day you called me up to see if I would help you pick up your friends things from his ex-girlfriends, only to find out it was Patrick’s things. It really is a small world. That was the first night I actually spent all night with you, and we dident get any sleep. **wink wink**
    I have so many more, there’s not enough room here to list them all.

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