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[danceboy]

Last night, attempting to make lemonade out of all the lemons falling from the sky, mzhotspur, schr0dinger, and I walked the three blocks to the local Irish bakery. There was a lot of snow on the ground, and at one point schr0dinger piped up, in a teasing, sing-song kind of voice "I'm following in your footsteps.".

Yeah, he got the chips he asked for...

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[c1.livejournal.com]

Did you realize that was me in the car last week, when you were on your afternoon run?

[danceboy.livejournal.com]

I did not. I looked over at the car honking and classed its "body language" as "not actively trying to kill me". I don't really do better than that over my shoulder when running on ice.

As you went past I saw your plate (which I don't even recall what it is) and it implied to me that you were in my social circle, or a connecting one, but I did not identify you.

[c1.livejournal.com]

Initially, the honk was a "I see you; know that I'm here also" because the streets in that area are about as poorly cleared as one can imagine before reaching a level of, say, fomenting a soccer match. But as I came alongside, I was surprised to see it was you.