Thursday, May 03, 2007


The one thing I remember most about grade school was the sound of chalk on the blackboard. Well, actually the main thing I remember was the smell of cheap perfume, ripple, and stale cigarette smoke that engulfed me every day in first grade. But what do you expect? I was 7 and couldn't afford expensive perfume.

Anyway, if you'd like to relive your youth by playing with a chalkboard, we have an old one we're trying to get rid of. Perhaps you've seen it in the Z. 1st floor vestibule leading to the basement stairs. If you'd like it, please let me know. Otherwise we'll have to toss it because the fire inspector said we can't keep the chalkboard there any more.

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