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G and I took a trip to New York City either late '94, early '95 . . . we had a great time . . . we went to see Cats but were so keyed up being in the City that we couldn't wait for the show to end . . .
Here we are in Central Park . . . a short time later we grabbed a hot dog and hung out for a bit witnessing an accident between a cab and a car . . . the cab took off . . . I've been in New York at least six times, most of them alone [with Brandee of course] and I've never been afraid . . . people seemed to argue about who was going to give me a hand . . . I'm heading back down May 4th for a meeting . . . [postponed until June 29 . . .] The company that I previously dealt with is located on Wall Street . . . after September 11th we couldn't reach anyone -- it was terrible!
A party at my friend Susan's house . . . because of the way my spine curves my damn clothes tend to slide off my shoulder . . . this is manual wheelchair number three: a Quickie . . . it was grey . . .
Doesn't it appear as if I'm smooshing the doggie with my hand? Look how bald my tire is . . .