Remember calendars that weren't electronic? I was cleaning out tax stuff (one of the joys of the new year) OUT WITH THE OLD, and I ran across a stack of old calendars. I was about to throw them away but thought, what an antique. What an anachronism. An old fashioned calendar is quaint and bizarre. Messy and meaningful. My friend, Ruth, must have been alive in October of 2002. It was my last day at PRW. What was PRW? Oh Public Radio Weekend? The pilot for Minnesota Public Radio that was just taken off the air. There is Marley so I was working on "California Connected" for PBS as well. Lynn and TAD are here. Charles is off the list. Who is Laura? Dr. Murray? As unsentimental as I can be, I'll keep it at least for one more year until I find it next year at tax time and think: throw away the old.
Happy F*%@ing New Year!