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While trying to fall to sleep the other day, I couldn't remember you wife's (I guess ex-wife's) name and it was driving me crazy. When I knew you, All I could remember was she was a travel agent and had a relatively uncommon name (in my experiences of people I know whose names I know). Isn't it funny what pops in our head as we lay it on a pillow? Sometimes when I can't remember something it comes to me if I think about if for a bit, like the name of the band my college roommate always listened to at a nauseating frequency (and sometimes at a nauseating volume) - Offspring. But I couldn't for the life of me get this one. And as I said it was beginning to interfere with sleep. So I googled wtgj. I didn't even bother with "bill johnson" or william johnson" because I'm guessing google would return one or two hits for those strings. And what do you know, the first hit is this travel journal thing from 2004. Ah, the Internet. Thanks. Now I can go to sleep. | | |  | Rives
5/11/2004, Home Again |
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. - RF
Sleep tight, Bill.
| | | | Tarheelgirl
3/14/2004, South of blue heaven |
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You come as Spring
bring warmth and joy.
Today, cold and windy
he had to go.
A journey he must travel
alone. My heart breaks
my soul screams
I must...no,
no,
he had to go.
All my love, my youngest brother.
Tarheelgirl
| | | | Barry Stroud
3/12/2004, South of Heaven |
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If the start of your travel journal is anything like I think the finish will be, you have embarked on a journey that most of us only wish we could experience. While some of your recent life experience is hurtful to you it will also serve as a catharsis, a release. Go West Billy. | |
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