my mail. Management here doesn't like to have mail left in the mail slot for more then a week. I usually like to clear it out every 2 days. Mail is on the main floor. I thought I'd go outside and get some air. Someone said hello from somewhere. Oh a resident enjoying a smoke. Friendly guy. Jim to Don. We shook hands. We had a nice chat as there were thunder clouds and lightning flashes. My mail slot was empty and I got 1,000 steps so far on the day.
Happy birthday to H.P. Lovecraft, the brilliant writer of horror, fantasy, and science-fiction, which was known back in his day as simply "weird fiction." Born in 1890, he introduced the Cthulhu Mythos, in which characters had encounters with powerful and horrendous prehistoric beings, as well as the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire of magical and forbidden lore.
While watching video shorts on Facebook, I came across a video of "Supertramp." Goodbye Stranger.. That song suddenly evoked a memory. I was working at a retail shoe store as a stock boy. 1979. I was 26 years old. I remember the manager saying to a few of us while things were slow, how he was going to see Supertramp at the Coliseum. August 7 or 8th. The radio was on in the background playing that song. The manager said to me: "You like these guys don't you Jim?" he said playing an air piano. I cant recall my response That was August 1979. I was dating Ellen at the time. I hadn't seen her since 2005 and that was in passing. She's still in the city. I really miss her. I think of her often Anyway, that's all for now.
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