It’s 9/11/2007. That means six years since the event. On a selfish note, it also means six years since I last had a girlfriend. Well, I did go on one date last year and two this year so I may be making progress. Not really, but that’s what I tell myself.

I’m not a big fan of crowds but I don’t hate them as much as my friends who live out in the sticks. I’m only slightly annoyed, for example, by all the yoots who are out on the streets because it’s 90+°F out today, eating at the sidewalk cafes and just generally getting in my way during the walking part of my commute. But I do mind when people invade my street. That’s why the annual watching of the swifts (going into the chimney on the left of the school) is such an annoyance at times.

Last year, for example, I saw an old neighbor who I hadn’t seen since grade school! But you’ll forgive me for being annoyed. Tomorrow, for example, I’m going to play golf and that means I can’t come home until after 8:15 or so because there won’t be any parking until then. Fortunately it’s only for a few weeks every year.