I wandered into an old book store. Walking towards the back I saw a handwritten sign pointing to “The Red Chair Room.” Who could pass up something like that? Not me. But as is often the case the reality differed from the promise. It wasn’t a room. It was more of a nook, but why quibble? After all there was a red chair and for that most anything can be forgiven.
Trask Avenue 
You had me at ‘wandered into an old bookstore’. Is there any better place?
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There is not!
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Hahahahahahaha..I really got cracked up this morning…You know you are my twin brother – how dare you deny me!
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Don’t go spillin’ secrets.
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Interesting picture… Just out of curiosity, are John and Whiteladyinthehood twins?
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Only in our choice of hat style and blog appearance.
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It looks like Carl Sagan or Jack Kerouac or Kurt Vonnegut might be waiting just off camera.
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You peeked and saw dead guys.
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They’re not dead. They’re in the Cosmos Road to Cat’s Cradle, or something better than that that I just can’t think of because I started drinking a little early.
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Looks like a dream to me!!
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It is kinda dreamy, isn’t it?
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Well now…I coulda sat in the chair and kicked my feet up on the back shelf and read comfortably.. 🙂
and of course I have to wish you a Happy New Years!
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And a HNY to you too!
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