Monday, January 03, 2005

Christie were on I-44 long after dark on Thursday night, headed toward friends and the promise of vague New Year's plans. A star fell exactly parallel to our path, slicing our view in half as it burned itself out.

"Did you make a wish?" she asked.

"Nope," I said, "no need."

And that, dear reader, is my year in a nutshell.

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