Today is the seventh of the seventh 07. I remember one of my teachers making a big fuss about it being the seventh of the seventh seventy seven. I guess that makes me pretty old. He made us all write a piece entitled, "Where will I be when I'm 30?" I wish I had that piece. All I remember is that I said I was going to live in a log cabin in the Scottish mountains, with a pine kitchen and red gingham tablecloths and curtains.
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