Aug. 27th, 2005
Tales from the Picnic Table
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A frightening Canadian folk tale was told several times.
Seventeen-year-old boys appeared and explained the world to us enthusiastically, then left.
I heard a number of stories about why you shouldn't go to work in a bike shop. I think my favorite was the guy who bought the $5000 carbon fiber frame and then clamped a 9 pound lock on to it, removed the clips for regular pedals, and added fenders, a basket, and a bell. Also, not getting paid.
Good food was eaten, including: chicken with little Post-It™ notes all over it, hummade hummus, guacamole, my accidentally vegan potato salad, sweet potatoes, cupcakes, peanut butter PIE, and small irresistible appetizer thingies with salami and cheese in them. I hadn't had cupcakes since the last child's birthday party I attended.
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Late in the evening, just before I left,
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