tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post6672377946848417779..comments2023-11-02T04:23:14.216-07:00Comments on IT WAS <br> HER <br> NEW YORK: Sunday Memories: Part Three: Home Workc.o. moedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04842423601233807880noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-4161154723231356002010-05-20T07:24:26.201-07:002010-05-20T07:24:26.201-07:00your mom looks tall enough for the wnba here! no ...your mom looks tall enough for the wnba here! no wonder you have such a (clearing my throat) tall sense of self! your blog is looking so so fantastic, love the kosky piece too!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-17392220736288471502010-05-17T13:34:33.251-07:002010-05-17T13:34:33.251-07:00One of my favorite memories is hearing a kid in th...One of my favorite memories is hearing a kid in the house behind ours practicing his clarinet. All summer long...he never really improved, but I liked hearing the disjointed notes all the same and was jealous that I didn't have an instrument to play. Nowadays, I hear someone at night playing the recorder in the back garden. It's a soothing sound for the evening, washing away the daytime noise of trucks, sirens and jackhammers.Laura Goggin Photographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517481509431547970noreply@blogger.com