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Breaking Glass

I am sorry I haven’t posted and will put up something substantial this weekend, I promise. Just now I was having a smoke break and the kids from the bootcamp/GED/job training program in our building were hauling out the trash. Amongst the trash were some fluorescent light bulbs which they put in the dumpster by smashing each one. It took me back to childhood and the sure glee of noisy destruction. Nostalgia is a pure joy and one of the best benefits of getting older. It feels a little like love, but doesn’t cost as much.

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