"I will be your Dixie-chicken if you'll be my Tennessee-land." Not much of a "Dave" girl but I love that song. I miss Memphis. And southern accents, which were much easier on the ears than Boston ones. I always miss the things I don't have and when I have them, I miss the things I did have. Weird. Or maybe it makes perfect sense in some parallel universe.
Anyone who really knows me knows that I can say and do the most random things, so my random thought for the day: I want to go camping in the Shenandoah Valley. Real camping in tents on the ground with one lousy sleeping bag that manages to unzip completely in the middle of the night and when you wake up in the morning you freeze your ass off on the way to the porta potty and slip in the dew. The best memories of my life are from camping. Playing capture the flag in the middle of the night with the Rivas and Wroblewskis and everyone else. Not even night vision googles could help the other team spot me. I wish I could have stayed 8 forever. In a way I think I will.
There's something about being vulnerable and open that makes me feel more alive than ever. Bring it on. I'm not afraid. I don't think I ever was.
H.
p.s. I'm watching old Ronald Reagan campaign commercials and they are making me nostalgic. I wish I remember the 80's better.
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