Wednesday, April 16
There were 5 abandoned bicycles along the road to work. And a telephone. I spent 15 minutes of the walk thinking about ways i could make my mother's house livable if i should ever live there. Got that selkie feeling passing the umass marine station. Outside the Lanesville Packy I ran into a bunck of old faces. Randy, who is in the police notes evry time I read the paper. His dad used to beat the crap out of him. John, who had a little girl a couple months ago. A Pistenmea, I think, but I can't remember his name. Nate, maybe. More than I could handle.