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Smell of Creosote
Monday, January 24, 2000 I was all ready to go dancing tonight! I walked down to the Century Ballroom, my heart set on the lesson and lindy hop to come. Oops! I'd forgotten that there was a special event scheduled, a concert with a fourteen-year-old blues guitarist. Oh, well! It was still early in the evening, around seven, so I retraced my steps one block, and visited Value Village instead. I think that building will be redolent of creosote forever! (It's embedded in the flooring.) But it's not an unpleasant aroma. I found nothing I wanted to buy, not even at a dollar for any yellow-tag items. I haven't had much luck with clothing in this store. I went into the basement, where housewares and bedding live. There were lots of throw pillows, but none that I liked especially. (Jack thinks that the new ones at Fred Meyer are too expensive.) I had "Justice Talking" playing on the radio tonight, on the local NPR station. I really dislike this show -- I think it's the debate format that I don't enjoy. I don't mind the parts of the show where the episode topic is laid out in a feature story or two, but when the panelists started arguing, I actually got up, crossed the room and turned the radio off! I'm glad this seems to be a limited series, over soon. But I sent feedback email to the station, anyway!
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