'Tis a Saturday night and I'm stuck home alone because my housemate hasn't returned my key and he's been out all day. It's moments like this that make me hate people without pagers with temporary passion.
Saw a lot of old faces lately thanks to Gallaudet's summer programs for professionals. None of them older than Terry's—we've been friends since the first grade. He's newly married, living in Italy and running a tour guide business, Hands on Italia. During its first 2 years, he felt it was going nowhere and mulled about a new line of work. Now it's doing so well he's thinking about expansion. Taking bunches of people to the best spots and the finest restaurants in Italy and making money off it—he's certainly living a good life.
When we were 8 years old, both of our families moved into a neighborhood called Woodstream. It was wild having my best friend living just a few houses away. There were also other deaf friends in the same neighborhood—about 5 less than 500 feet away. So growing up I didn't feel like I missed much by not having siblings. It's only until adulthood that I began to appreciate the value of them: having somebody to make fun of your parents with.
The sun has set on the Woostream era. Everyone has migrated south except for my parents.
The heydays:
Glenn, Terry and I making a tunnel @ my house.
The next door neighbors were an elderly German couple. They worked at Library of Congress before retiring. They'd give me surplus books from the library. Very nice people. I like their backyard—German industriousness at work. They take a lot of trips to Germany and always return with Teutonic chocolates. But flash a little Nazi salute to them, just for a split second? Boom, 20 years of good neighborly relations up in the smoke. :)
Saw a lot of old faces lately thanks to Gallaudet's summer programs for professionals. None of them older than Terry's—we've been friends since the first grade. He's newly married, living in Italy and running a tour guide business, Hands on Italia. During its first 2 years, he felt it was going nowhere and mulled about a new line of work. Now it's doing so well he's thinking about expansion. Taking bunches of people to the best spots and the finest restaurants in Italy and making money off it—he's certainly living a good life.
When we were 8 years old, both of our families moved into a neighborhood called Woodstream. It was wild having my best friend living just a few houses away. There were also other deaf friends in the same neighborhood—about 5 less than 500 feet away. So growing up I didn't feel like I missed much by not having siblings. It's only until adulthood that I began to appreciate the value of them: having somebody to make fun of your parents with.
The sun has set on the Woostream era. Everyone has migrated south except for my parents.
The heydays:
Glenn, Terry and I making a tunnel @ my house.
The next door neighbors were an elderly German couple. They worked at Library of Congress before retiring. They'd give me surplus books from the library. Very nice people. I like their backyard—German industriousness at work. They take a lot of trips to Germany and always return with Teutonic chocolates. But flash a little Nazi salute to them, just for a split second? Boom, 20 years of good neighborly relations up in the smoke. :)
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