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Ok, it’s still under 20 overnight, but it’s starting to feel like spring to me.  No smell of spring yet (which, to me smells like mud), but my reading student agrees with me.  And, since he’s older, and an avid camper, I give him a lot of credibility.  This winter has been taken up with long days working — at work and remodeling.  I have to get most of the interior done before spring; once spring hits I’ll be in the garden re-landscaping. 

I found a folder of short stories from college that I’ve been retyping.  Is that accurate?  I’ve been entering them into files and doing a little editing at the same time.  Some of them were actually typed on a typewriter.  I know I had an electric typewriter in college.  Some of them were printed on a dot matix printer (I think even before what Jan used to call a “Buddy Epson” printer).  You can see the teeth from the page joins.  Remember that? 

Some of the stories are absolute tripe and emblematic of my youth (god, at least I hope they’re that bad because of my naivete.), so I tossed those.  I think some have potential and are a good exercise to expand beyond poetry.   

I’m proud I threw a lot of stuff away.  I finally broke down and trashed my grade cards from college.  Yes, we know you got A’s, Pat.  Let it go…