tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138600212792589925.post5416026189329446332..comments2008-10-15T20:16:03.909-07:00City Limitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490653759810058320noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138600212792589925.post-45461445746727535242008-10-15T20:16:00.000-07:002008-10-15T20:16:00.000-07:00p-shaw. I shared a table on Tuesday when things were cold and bleak and nobody wanted to be outside. You have to get to a certain capacity to tip the needle over toward share-time.<BR/><BR/>But it is true my first tablemate and I shared not a word. Her plugging in my power cord was more intimacy than we could take. Her replacement, however, was a monologuist. Chatty Cathy, he was.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12720045745456224476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138600212792589925.post-9175256912195822672008-10-15T11:56:00.000-07:002008-10-15T11:56:00.000-07:00Music on table<BR/>Makes happy times together<BR/>Ipods can't be shared.<BR/><BR/>I prefer my music to be around me, not plugged into my ear. When outside, I like to hear the sound of the streets, the birds... And indoors, while I may not have a record player anymore, I like my music on cds that can be heard by all!Bibihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241553607254199559noreply@blogger.com