Thursday, April 20, 2006

Poetry in motion

There is something poetic about memorializing a man's lifetime with a festival/street fair happening just three doors down the street.

Tomorrow we say goodbye...and then maybe go ride a ride or two.

Ted would appreciate the fun, I think.

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