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Yay, the journey!

I was speaking to this guy today who was just one of those people you instantly connect with and we were quickly trading life stories and it turns out his father was 50 when he had him. And he said having older parents was great, although his dad died when he was 17 years old. I showed him photos of Tin and he said he would teach T how to blow dry my hair if…

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The after Fest

I couldn’t figure out why the lines were so long at the airport this morning then I remembered, Monday after Jazz Fest. Standing in line to board the plane this morning, the woman in front of me reeked of alcohol and couldn’t find her boarding pass. The woman in back of me was still wearing her LL Bean rubber boots coated with Jazz Fest mud. The guy standing off to the side was wearing a…

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My feather channel

Last Friday, the first day of Jazz Fest, the Weather Channel said 30% chance of showers moving to a 60% chance in the evening with severe thunderstorms expected on Saturday and an 80% chance of rain. Before I stepped outside the birds were screaming as if someone was pulling their feathers off one at a time. Heidi, who is skittish with storms, didn’t want to leave the house and kept trying to run in someone…

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There is a word for it and it is called hope

I traveled to Houston and then to San Francisco today and overheard a thousand and one conversations. There were two conversations I kept overhearing – one was the young parents jockeying multiple toddlers and infants and the other was the older parents talking about their children’s post college plans. You know how people are, and I’m no different, you look at the world and try to find your place in it and of course, as…

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Will the circle be unbroken?

The after party was at Swirl last night after the Fest; we walked through the Liuzza crowd, and then passed the Boombox DJ on the truck and headed down Ponce de Leon to hear Johnny J playing surf guitar. Fabulous, nothing like dancing to Wipe Out with your son in a pack. There was a clown doing balloons for the kids. At one point, a friend ordered a Pinot Noir and said, she needed change…

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Birds of a feather

I was looking at the crafts to see if I could spot something for Tatjana’s birthday, which isn’t until October. And I thought I found something, but when she came to the Fest late yesterday, she was taken by the birds, which I had loved but didn’t think she would love. So today when I went back to the Fest, I went over to get her a bird and I had friends help decide on…

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