Time becomes elastic when you live and work in the same place, uninterrupted, with nothing vying for your attention except words, words, words. My summer of 2009 is a non-linear memory of specific locations or buildings (all within a two mile radius) where great things happened with my favorite people. This homage is not only google-mappingly sound, but it represents a private story that brings back good times - and can for most Winedalers. Enjoy, comrades.
est. 1970
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