Last night, I had a dream about my dad.
He and I were walking around in Downtown Tampa talking about mom, as if it were she who passed before he did. We talked about some of my problems, some of my shortcomings, the trouble I have in focusing on this test… even how this car that I’m driving seems like it’s about to fall apart.
If only Segways were practical, and actually usable.
If only Tampa wasn’t such a growing city. I wouldn’t have such a need for an automobile, I think. 
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