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June 23, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Dear Chard-Head, you are so ‘in’ with being green. Love, Aunt Marcia (my new blog is im24601)
June 24, 2008 at 2:33 pm
Dude that garden is incredible and unbelievable. So much growth already. How could the weather be so different? Today was my first day of shorts wearing this summer! I just spent three days in the fog at sea. Like tight ass fog. Like if you kicked a football it would disappear into the fog. And we ain’t got no GPS, or radar or depth sounders in this hizzy. So it’s all leadline, stop watch, and speed estimates. And the tide has been killer. So it’s like uber-technical hair-raising navigation. Also, the crew loves my story-telling and they make fun of the way I talk and say,”Man Evan you got a way with words, don’t ever stop.” Take care,
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