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March 22, 2007



(I'm yelling cuz you're so far away...)


Sounds so cool so far! Have fun and keep us updated.


I hope you got some sleep. Eric is here for the weekend. He is going to Columbus for a Saturday night gig at Nathan's gallery. Tonight he is having dinner with David A. and others from high school. Otherwise all is quiet on the home front. Kris and Vince are coming this wkend due to the fact that they still can't get enough stem cells because her red blood count is too low. She may have to rely on donor blood which means three months in the hospital in a sterile ward. That might kill her before the cancer does. It is all so iffy. The irony is their vote (and great admiration) for Geo. Bush these past elections. We dare not mention politics. Life can be so burlesque we should all be comedians. Love, M

Claire! You made it! It sounds wonderfully exciting. I hope the rest of the trip goes as well as the beginning.

So intrepid, Claire! It all sounds wonderful. Do most people ride bicycles? Or are there cars and congestion like other cities?

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