The train slows and the automated woman’s voice goes, “This station stop is: Pearl River.” Peering out I see a vacant lot and a dumpster overflowing with discarded, wooden-framed windows, and I immediately think how nice it would be to have them. (
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I can't believe I was treated to a post from each of you in the same day!
Happy Birthday!
I get so New Jersey noivous writing to either of you fine ladies - or to schmivejournal or minn - such fun writers and I feel like I am at the Friar's club with only the jacket and not the wit.
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you may laugh now.) What's your take on Twitter? I abhor Facebook.
Jourdannex: I wasn't able to get you lj to load all evening, wanted to share with you that I witnessed - heh - my first non-Black JW this past week - they were Hispanic and dressed to the nines, appeared to be meeting a new recruit who was happy to see them, he just had a t-shirt, and they had a Watchtower readily whipped out of their bag; these folks looked like seasoned NYC commuters - truly a first for me to see such things in JW-land.
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