September 18, 2010
from the comments
One of my earliest memories is actually a dream (at least I hope it was). I was not yet 2 years old, since we were living in the apartment on Reiger. I was looking down a desolate stretch of highway that appeared to have been “tilted” and cracked open by a recent earthquake. About 50 yards down the road, two men were walking side-by-side, a few feet apart. One man was wearing a black suit, and the other a white suit. A bolt of lightning struck the ground between them and I woke up. I remember seeing a storm brewing outside with flashes of lightning illuminating my crib and the sheer pink curtains on the window in my room.
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