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It was an inspiration listening to Eddie Daniels this afternoon. Imprisoned with Nelson Mandela among other things. A storyteller who had more and more to say. Apartheid victim and survivor.
My sister was in town on business. I rode with her on her route home. We chatted while her dog kissed and kissed the back of my head. She dropped me at JFK and I took the Number 8 bus back to Simmons. Take the 8 all the time, but I had never taken it that direction.
Posted by October 4, 2011 6:36 PM