(Mar 8) Ran across this photo from September 2005. It is yet another example of something that happened over ten years ago that feels like three or four at the most.
This was supposed to be my passport photo back in September 2005.
(Mar 25) I’ve left Port Jeff for the third time now, second time leaving the same location. Moving is killing me inside.
A last look out my bedside window
(Dec 14) The Port Jefferson Dickens Festival was afoot. Those who wanted to look good went to see Nan for costumes.
December around here, starts with the Dickens Festival.
What are those adults asking for for Christmas? Mortage payments?
The tax collector’s office, now the Long Island Music Hall of Fame
of which there’s more than one among us
To Pete, this is called inventory.
(Nov 29) It’s become crazy time. My landlord is liquidating his life’s possessions. I’m trying to keep mine from going out the door with his. Still don’t know where I’m going to land, and Port Jefferson doesn’t feel like home because of it.
Viza gave me this. I wonder if Josh still has his?
The town has decorated for the season and its Dickens Festival
The car still feels like something new and transient in my life
This pre-seasoned chicken was all that seemed suitable. It was horrible.
My gesture toward the holiday.
Tick tick tick. That’s the sound of Port Jefferson running out.
(Oct 29) No Halloween Parade (again). Maybe next year.