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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Old Mr. Butler
Earlier today, I had a sudden longing for my childhood. A hollow empty feeling of missing a time that I loved. It doesn't happen often but this morning it did.
When I was a kid, Old Mr. Butler and his wife lived about fifteen houses down the street. They'd always give us kids lemonade or iced tea. But the thing I liked the most was exploring Mr. Butler's garage/workshop. Rows upon rows of shelves, full of nuts, bolts, and every tool imaginable. Need banana oil for your bike chain, Mr. Butler had that too.
I've never been very good with my hands but I've always had a fondness for workshops.
And the people in in them.
-posted by Nobius 1:19 PM #
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