Oddly, I’ve had a few things that forcefully brought my mind back to Philly/my old life today. I saw a creamer in the shape of a cow, which is the kind of creamer that Beau Monde has, and it was attached (via some industrial glue!) to the hood of a demolition garbage truck that slowly came past the bus I was on. And then another truck of some kind passed me slowly and its company name was the same as my ex’s last name. This makes three intense references. Hmmm . . . .

That “Touch-Free Facility” kind of freaks me out. Was it proactive or reactive, I wonder…

My uncle just (well, last August) got married on the beach Chincoteague. And, funny story about why my family’s from the Eastern Shore:
When my grandfather (a 1st gen Italian-American from Brooklyn) was in the Navy, he got a list of the places available for deployment. He wanted to go somewhere exotic and really see the world, so he signed up for “Chinco,” thinking it was a sunny island in the south Pacific. It was Chincoteague (cue the comedy trombones *wah wah waaaaaaah*) and he met my grandmother, a nurse, while he was stationed there.

I can’t help but feel bad for him. He must have been terribly disappointed.