Visitations

I can’t believe I didn’t take any photos of the pizza we ate at Village Pizza in Woodstock, CT. It was as good as I remembered it to be, and better yet, Ali really liked it, and even better yet, she said it reminded her of the pizza she ate as a kid from some place in Essex that no longer exists.

But enough of all that. After Brimfield we headed down to visit some friends in Thompson, CT. Who and what and why are best left for another time.

Life is math. The math here didn’t work, noble as it was…

20 years and a day ago I typed this letter. 20 years and a day later I saw it again…

DaBica