Levy

I did a random walk for a newspaper this morning. I walked through the parking lot of the old Walmart and got sentimental; I wondered about Maggie for the first time in years. She was this cute little curly-haired brunette I had a crush on back in the fall of '03. The last time I saw her was in early December, seven years ago. She helped me find a lint roller. I guess she'd be about 25 now. I was out for 31:29, and probably went a bit over two miles.

SENTENCE OF THE DAY from A Different Closet
Three days later, Lardner walked from Peterman Pawn and Jewelry, on Mississippi Avenue in East St. Louis, with a Randall A112, a forty-five caliber pistol he thought rather masculine; it gave him an odd, unfamiliar feeling he could not quite pinpoint—nearly pleasurable, though bereft of the security he had sought with his purchase.