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Derek Bridges
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We were supposed to have a garage sale on Sunday, August 28, 2005.   We had recently moved into a house we bought in Central City and had cleaned out our old Broadmoor apartment and planned to sell the odds and ends that didn’t make it to our new home.  It was to be the final hurrah of our move.  Suffice to say we evacuated the night before and the garage sale never happened.  I didn’t get back into town for another three weeks, but there on the second floor of our old apartment’s stoop was our last Times-Picayune, still in the plastic and dry.  I tossed the paper in the car and drove back to Houston.  I finally pulled that newspaper out of its plastic bag this weekend.

Derek Bridges
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My new pen pal (via email) is a 5 year old girl living in Richmond, VA named Sophia.  She is the daughter of a couple friends of ours.   G recently visited them when she picked up our new puppy, Cairo, and Sophia was smitten by…

Derek Bridges
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I found that blog I recently mentioned I couldn’t find.  It’s Michael David Murphy’s Unphotographable: a text account, where he posts text descriptions of photos he did not take.  I would like to kill Mr. Murphy to steal his idea, but that should not be…

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