Back in Time
Every time I need to use my old iBook, I wind up scouring my old Inbox. Quite the time capsule. That computer believes it’s 1969 and probably won’t live to see the pseudo-seventies. So let me preserve the best of those messages here.
This one is from August 16, 2001. I was Adam’s Apple deep in the search for Chandra Levy, an obsession that played a minor role in my failure to find employment. These were occasionally depressing but very fun times, my sanity preserved by the tremendously high unemployment rate for 22-year-olds in Denville, New Jersey.
I went to Charlie Brown’s for dinner the other night. After being seated, our waitress came by and said, “Wow, I didn’t expect you to be here tonight. You’re a regular on Wednesdays, but Tuesday? What’s up?” I couldn’t believe it. This is the mark I’ve left on the world - an eating/drinking routine so well adhered to that the kitchen staff could set their time clock to it.
While it was a slow news summer, I sure did send a lot of e-mail. Don’t worry, you’ll see.