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OMG, WATER. Or, Nothing lasts forever.

So, you know, from the “better safe than sorry” files, juuuuuust in case this Irene storm gets through my windows, I’m going through my house and bringing any treasured art into the upstairs windowless hallway to hang out for a few days. I just pulled Becky’s portrait of Mars off the wall above the mantel downstairs. It’s nice to get …

I have something I wanted to tell you.

I’ve mentioned here before about Jim and Becky’s visits to LA when I lived there. They would always be the ones who got me really thinking about moving to Philly, and in the end, they succeeded. In fact, my whole move was planned around them; I decided to wait until June so that they could come stay with me one …