tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287466184573976310.post1872930536185219613..comments2023-04-22T07:11:24.177-07:00Comments on Hazardous Undertakings: Past Midnight MemoriesGeevzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283250161706433702noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287466184573976310.post-38251875207811617462011-07-14T14:20:46.264-07:002011-07-14T14:20:46.264-07:00I remember similar feelings when I would get off o...I remember similar feelings when I would get off of work at 3 AM. I think that is part of the reason I so often stay up late. I love the quiet and the sense of everything being asleep around me. <br />When Bashas was open all night, I would stop for milk and I tried to get them to start a 'Free at 3' campaign but no go. <br />Thanks for the ride by the way. You can't ask just anyone to do that kind of favor.jeanene chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09309255821157155586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287466184573976310.post-35853408156000210072011-07-08T22:16:08.330-07:002011-07-08T22:16:08.330-07:00My sister, the poet. Best line: the cello evening...My sister, the poet. Best line: the cello evenings to the ukelele mornings. Perfect.Alicia Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10359407708705550211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287466184573976310.post-28122923180497318472011-07-08T16:59:35.447-07:002011-07-08T16:59:35.447-07:00That was beautiful sisterThat was beautiful sisterElenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11054275100107834984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287466184573976310.post-9093379484861537702011-07-07T16:12:13.541-07:002011-07-07T16:12:13.541-07:00Beautiful imagery, I can just picture it, almost l...Beautiful imagery, I can just picture it, almost like a dream.<br /><br /> For two years I delivered a weekly paper in which I got up at 3 or 4 to get some of it done before I had to come home to get the waking kids to take with me to finish the job. That time of day (night?) has a special feel to it. And one thing that always puzzled me was that no matter how early I started there was always somebody up, cars were about and a few people would be walking around the neighborhoods.Jackijohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05811235250150517857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287466184573976310.post-31903620167554077772011-07-07T11:22:26.627-07:002011-07-07T11:22:26.627-07:00I love how you write!I love how you write!Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06397053146514239388noreply@blogger.com