On Tue, 18 Jun 1996, Kirk L. Israel wrote:
> I had forgotten to take the hammer I brought to work out of the carry-on
> bag I brought. They told me I had to check-in the bag, that I couldn't
> carry it on with the hammer there. The bag had my books though, so I
> decided to just get rid of the hammer.
> That hammer was one that I had borrowed freshman year and that both
> borrowee and borrower had forgotten about, until finally it slipped into
> irrelevance. It slipped as easily out of my life as it had slipped in.
> It made me think that not too many things seem to do that. Especially
> you. You more than anything else in the world right now.
> I dunno, airplanes give me weird funny moods like that.
> Write back?
> ever kirk
i miss you.
Written during a trip a business trip to NYC, spent 2 days
at my company's WTC office and staying with my mom.
I like the story about the hammer.
Not terribly related,
this is roughly the view
I remember from the WTC, and if you haven't seen it, you should see
this picture of that fountain
with Mo in front of it, taken September 11 1999, two years to the day before the disaster.