19 December 2009

you remember where you were

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... when JFK and Martin and Bobby and John were assassinated... or on 9/11... we all remember those... but I remember too every nuance of my environs and precisely everything about the evening on the night when Peter Sellers died.

I was at my friend's house to give my Old English Sheepdog a medicinal bath and we were eating raspberry cookies and watching tv while waiting for Sophie to get dry enough to go back outside and home. The cookies crumbled. Life would NEVER be the same again.

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