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out of pocket, out of mind.

October 18, 2006

Today, I locked my keys in my car. In a futile attempt to get some history reading done before I had to teach a saxophone sectional, I sat in my car with the engine off. Unfortunately, I took my keys out of my pocket. Then I waited an hour for someone to come get them out for me. If only I’d had a hanger, I probably could have done it myself. Oh well, there is always next time.

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One comment

  1. Did I tell you about my nap in Roswell? Where I then a really long lunch? Where the total trip time to about ten hours?

    That’s a blog, let me tell you.



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