tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post116155717994583241..comments2023-11-03T08:11:27.120-04:00Comments on Sassy Sundry Thoughts: PortsmouthSassy Sundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161791786491795362006-10-25T11:56:00.000-04:002006-10-25T11:56:00.000-04:00"ZIGGY PLAYED GUITAR""ZIGGY PLAYED GUITAR"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161623678850590812006-10-23T13:14:00.000-04:002006-10-23T13:14:00.000-04:00Nope. Nothing struck my fancy. I saw a pair on Zap...Nope. Nothing struck my fancy. I saw a pair on Zappos that might do the trick, but so far no dice.Sassy Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161621116056168022006-10-23T12:31:00.000-04:002006-10-23T12:31:00.000-04:00Oh yea, the shoes! Did you get what you were looki...Oh yea, the shoes! Did you get what you were looking for?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161613874723684512006-10-23T10:31:00.000-04:002006-10-23T10:31:00.000-04:00I miss the place, but I remember now why I left---...I miss the place, but I remember now why I left---everything that I loved about it (the funkiness, the artistic community) is all but gone. I didn't mean to go there, but that shoe store is the best one I've ever found, and so I went. Sigh...Sassy Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614149534818526010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161612673890665072006-10-23T10:11:00.000-04:002006-10-23T10:11:00.000-04:00I can't look at my old town because it's not the s...I can't look at my old town because it's not the same as it was. Even my childhood home no longer exists. I took pictures of them tearing it down.Before Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14908037087025616325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161608058823897952006-10-23T08:54:00.000-04:002006-10-23T08:54:00.000-04:00Last time I looked back, I walked smack into a tel...Last time I looked back, I walked smack into a telegraph pole.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161607151735395382006-10-23T08:39:00.000-04:002006-10-23T08:39:00.000-04:00I used to daydream about going to visit my old hau...I used to daydream about going to visit my old haunts--in Chicago and in New Jersey--but they're never the same. And in Chicago, they sometimes don't even exist anymore. So, Dive is right--don't look back, in person anyway.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33502924.post-1161597423373241852006-10-23T05:57:00.000-04:002006-10-23T05:57:00.000-04:00Rules for staying sane as you get older, number on...Rules for staying sane as you get older, number one:<BR/>Don't look back. The view's never as good as the memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com