Our story weaved in out of several towns and many years: 

so many layers

We did not follow a straight path of meet, join, disperse

it was/ is  more of a series of lines that converged then diverged 

In twenty years,  forty ?   

I am sure we will meet again

maybe just a chance meeting at a long closed suburban mall 

something poetic about a third chance at a second hand store 

^{thanks to Majorana for the title}

I haven't done this for a while! In the six months I was in Costa Rica, English language books were hard to come by, and I ended up paying several dollars for a tattered paperback. So when I came back to the United States, one of the first things I did was go to the Dollar Tree to once again indulge in the process of buying books, just because I could! And thus, Creepers: The Scarecrow, written by the presumably pseudonymous "Edgar J. Hyde" and illustrated by the (less presumably

Today is my 25th anniversary of being a noder here. That means it's my (counts on fingers, learns Latin) Viginti-quinque-versary. (If that's wrong, don't tell me. I will not care.)

I've been an Everythingian for longer than Wikipedia has been in existence, or Facebook or Twitter or Netflix or MySpace or YouTube. I've been a noder for longer than there's been an iPhone or a Crunchwrap Supreme or "American Idol" or the entire "Fast and the Furious" franchise.

I'm honestly not sure whether