Friday, August 15, 2008

small world

One of the aid workers killed in Afghanistan, Nicole, was a friend of a friend. I didn't know her, but based on reading about her, I probably would have also been a friend.

She had a feeling we should help each other and not fight each other.


Nicole was very outgoing, a voracious reader and able to accomplish so much because she slept so little, her mother said, laughing.

She liked positive people, had dozens of friends and had a taste for scotch and rum.

Yeah, would have gotten along with her for sure.

In other news, I found out last night that a friend of mine was just hit by a car - for the second time in a month. He's a bit broken and cut up, but I'm told he's better than he looks, even walking into the coffee shop for a hello.

Watch your backs out there people, and keep an eye out for each other.

Anybody going to see The Wrexican play tonight at Stasiu's? Hell, I guess I'll go if I can find it again - somewhere up towards Duluth, right?

1 comment:

Patch O'Houli said...

I'm pretty sure I rode through Duluth on my way back from Stasiu's the last time we were there.