What Time Is It? The Time Is Now

There is and never was a way to bottle the time spent with Dana.

Even with fierce scribbling in books and on napkins, the moment was never fully captured.  At some point, the only thing I could do was surrender and be there now.

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Originally Posted March 3, 2011

Time Flies....

It was supposed to be a brief meal.

Four hours later, I was still laughing too hard to write down everything Dana said.

But she had been warned. When one encounters a better writer than oneself one can only rip off said writer in self defense.

On certain attempts of style:

"He combs his hair with a washcloth."

On the insults of aging and limited mobility:

"I could fool anything but a flight of stairs."

On the fact her doctor is moving her office right across the street from her apartment:

"I won't be late if there's no red light."

And last, but not least, on our favorite actor:

"He's a walking sex experience."

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