I still feel this way. Except for the god part.
By age twelve I was an atheist and refused to attend mass at Holy Family.
I put my foot down and refused to budge.
This led to a brief conversation with my father.
Why aren't you going to church?
I don't believe that stuff.
How do you think you got here?
I suppose you had something to do with that!
I took this pix of the sparkling ramp a few nights ago on Juniata and Bent. While smoking a cigarette, I managed a soft shoe shuffle and clapped my hands in delight.

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In Baltimore, where I'm from, they used to mix blue glass chips into the asphalt. I was mesmerized.
I want to see a photo of those sidewalks, Deborah! PLEASE go back and snap some!
xoxo,
xian
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