Goodbye to a Buddy
He showed me his bill of fare to tempt me to dine with him; said I, I value not your bill of fare, give me your bill of company.
-- Jonathan Swift
Monday, July 31, 2000
One year ago: Whack on the Head
Two years ago: Weepy
Three years ago: The Summer of a Dormouse
I was so irritated at the local NPR station this morning. It was ten minutes before six. "Commuters to the East side will have it tough today. Details at the top of the hour." What?! What had happened? I couldn't stand there and wait -- I needed to go to the bus stop!
It turned out that a barge had rammed the 520 floating bridge in the middle of the night on Saturday (early Sunday morning). One lane was closed, which caused a terrible bottleneck. I need to think about finding a different bus route. But adding a transfer would also lengthen the commute time. Sheesh!
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My friends Mark and Holly Snyder were having a dinner to say goodbye to Mike Ernst. He's a longtime dance friend! He was the one who rallied himself for one last dance at the brink of exhaustion, in this April 98 entry.
I had to call them for their exact address, though I knew that they lived in the northern part of Capitol Hill. I took yet another bus, the number ten, up to where I used to live with my parents in 1998 and 1999. From there, I walked down the hill a few blocks on Galer. That's the first time I've done that walk in 12 years, I think!
We sat on the deck and ate grilled salmon. We chatted about many things, only some of them dance-related. When the mosquitos started eating us (rare for Seattle!), we went inside and sat in the living room. I've got itchy bites on my fingers, arms, and feet.
I knew that Mike was going to be at MIT, but I was impressed when he told me he'd have a position as a full professor. "Mike, you rule!" I exclaimed. But I'll miss him around here.
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