Wes called me this afternoon while I was sleeping and told me he needed to drive out to Penn State and pick up Mike.
His dad had died.
Wes just got back. Poor Mike...
RIP Mr Shea.
Friday, February 27, 2009
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I tend to have a lot of nonsense on my mind. This is how I choose to get rid of it.
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