i was going to try to avoid the “six years ago today, i was doing…” post, but kurt’s mom is flying back to madison from nyc today… and i can’t help but think about it until i know she’s safely back in the central time zone.
but, six years ago today, i was sitting in my cube listening to people quietly crying and sniffling. we were unofficially let out early. we had model club in joe’s basement and no one could really concentrate. it’s hard enough painting with #000 brushes…
the next few days were substantially quiet. everywhere. people even drove better… nicer. without such a rush. woodman’s was tolerable. “you go ahead of me” was uttered more often.
we were humbled.
it’s amazing how fast humans shake that.
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