i want to go into hiding, preferably somewhere in the appalachian mountains, in a shed. just me, my family, no electricity, and a copy of the unabombers manifesto.
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i think i’m going to attach the title “esquire” to the back of my name. you know, like Bill S. Preston Esquire.
i had a dream last night. undoubtedly related to the recent events of terrorism. my son isaac, full grown adult(somehow), and i were standing infront of my parents house in south dakota, when we noticed an airliner flying by. it banked hard right, and began descending towards us. we were unshaken, not panicked, and stood calmly watching it fall like a rock from the sky, it hit the street right beside my parents house, turned slightly to one side, and slid to a stop about 100 feet down the street. it didn’t break up, or crack, or explode into flames. it just stopped. and that’s where i woke up. dissappointing really. i wish i could’ve finished the sequence, got to the plane, or something. since i so rarely remember my dreams, i guess i shouldn’t be dissappointed in anything i do remember. but, for something so vivid, i guess it’s fitting there’s no ending.
to finish that story, mr mark…
today i became a father. 9/21/01, isaac james fausett was born at 12:11am, 7lbs 13oz, 21 inches long. go here
all i can say is, it’s unbelievable. to see a life come fresh into this world, i’m amazed. i cried. you would too. michelle did sooooo well,
_ok_ the story, her water broke about 1:30, which is funny, because we’d just returned from an office visit. we went back, and said, well, i think michelle’s water just broke. sure enough, it had. we went home, after picking up a few things from my work. at 4:30, her contractions were 5 mins. apart, but not very long, by 7pm, they were 3 min. apart, and good and strong, we arrived at the hospital at 8:20pm, and after an hour and a half of hard contractions, we were ready to push. by midnight we could sense the end was near. and at 12:11am, isaac arrived! we’ll be going home tomorrow, saturday the 22nd, and if you’re around you could come see us. you can call him isaac, but i’ll call him ike.
