Joana was pregnant so we made a lot of pit stops on the Skyline Drive as we headed down to Athens, GA to visit another of my friends who has fled The Elm City. I figured he'd have six months of southern hospitality before he headed back to the Northeast, the only home he'd ever known. That was Fall of 2004 and no sign of a return yet, I shouldn't be surprised when love is involved. I guess a double-wide out in the sticks is as good an environment to write as any. I'm sure there are less distractions than there were on Nicoll Street with me and everyone else perpetually dropping in to hang out.
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