Yes, I’m the kid who…

…(insert memory from high school here). After last night’s lovely reading in Providence — lovely if you cut out the tangled thicket of interweaving on-off ramps for 95 and 195 that surround the city — it’s back to my hometown for tonight’s event at the Newton Free Library. That means if you come out tonight, you’ll not only hear all about the the book (and the Sox more generally), but you’ll also get a chance to meet old high school teachers/siblings of ex-girlfriends/etc. And who’d want to miss that?

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1. I travelled north for a sort of homecoming two weeks ago. It is strange how everything seems smaller from the neighborhoods to the downtown area. Then it seems even smaller when you meet a young person that knows a family from down the street where you grew up as a kid.

   The real trip is to drive by your old house and it is tiny.

   Comment by Bill Pratt — September 22, 2006 @ 9:49 am

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