At age 8: I’m going to come back in the summer and go swimming.
At age 15: Cool place to smoke a bowl, Schwilly.
At age 33: You can still see the old pilings. I can’t imagine building a bridge for a train only using wood.
At age 51: I can turn anything into a blog post — anything. F it’s cold.
Bloop Single to Right.
Today’s entry makes it 45 days posting in a row. Yep, it counts.