Summer Vacation 1998

What I did on my Summer Vacation

June 28, 1998

Flew to Syracuse. It's Mom's birthday. (Happy birthday mom) We drive to her house in Fayetteville, nice house, but it's not the house I grew up in, right? Some other kids grew up here. When my brother recently put the new water heater in, he found a bottle of valiums hidden in the ceiling, probably snatched from the parent's stock. My stepdad used to hide bananas from us, maybe some poor dude found some of those after my parents moved.

So we're hanging out, talking, and at some point Mom admits having watched the movie "Clueless" over 12 times, now owning a video copy. I'm catching up on my daytime TV, the screams of the Rosie O'Donnell show are absolutely mental and drive me so. I can hear it while I'm in the shower, or at least I think I do. Hawaii Five-O is on at midnight here, a little too early for me.

June 29, 1998

I (quickly) finished reading Nick Hornby's High Fidelity, moved on to The Godfather by Mario Puzo, interspersed with Walt Whitman poems and the occasional Scotch. I'm getting warmed up for a heavy poolside read. Stopped to try a stylish dive from the board, got some height into it, but the extra water velocity was too much for the little red shorts, and nearly lost them.

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