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Stumpage Reports
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Tuesday, February 17, 2004 :::
Road Trip!
Monday two friends and I made a lightning trip to Charlotte. I had promised to help someone out with something and two of my friends, Peter and Jack, came along for the ride. I don't know if our conversation reached the Mensa-like levels Michael and James sometimes reach, but we had fun and my ribs hurt from laughing by time we rolled into the Queen City. We took care of my obligation and even got see Ann.
Against Ann's almost-always sage advice, we took NC 49 and 64 home instead of I-85. Someone else was driving my car and he got popped just outside of Ramseur doing 70 in a 55 mph zone. While he was in the cop car he heard on the radio about a big wreck on I-85. Maybe we would have died in that one if we'd taken that route.
Quote of the Day:
The big farm boy with his goofy haircut, baggy corduroy pants, and placid gaze was chewing on something -- not gum -- and his expression was almost retarded. Dale knew how misleading that dumb hick appearance was -- all the boys sensed it -- because Duane McBride was so smart that the others could only guess at his thought patterns. He was so smart he didn't even have to show how smart he was in school, preferring to let the teachers writhe in frustration at the oversized boy's perfectly correct but terse answers, or scratch their heads at verbal responses tinged with an irony which bordered on impertinence. Duane didn't care about school. He cared about things the other boys didn't understand.
--- Dan Simmons, Summer of Night, 1991.
::: posted by tom at 12:36 PM
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