Posted by Weave on Feb 21, 1999 in Personal | 0 comments
Sitting in a meeting, I felt a tap at my shoulder.
A hushed voice whispered in my ear. “Dude, I just saw Cindy. She’s leaving, man.”
“WHAT?” I whispered loudly. “Where?!? Is she gone?”
“No, she’s downstairs getting a rental car,” came the hurried reply. “If you run, you might just catch her.”
This frantically whispered...
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Posted by Weave on Jul 3, 1998 in Articles, Personal | 0 comments
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, USA – July 3, 1998 – My subconscious was trying to tell me something.
She sat at an information kiosk – one of those help-yourself, walk-up workstations – in the lower level of O’Hare. Short dress, long curly blonde hair clipped back, long legs crossed as she intently browsed the screen.
I had been sleeping, upstairs, on a bench near my gate,...
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