Nostalgia

Soon, I will be with Hope. I can’t fucking wait.

I never used to cry, but now, I dry at the drop of the hat. Here’s what’s made me cry the last couple of days.

You young’uns don’t remember them, but before there was the interwebs, there were personal ads. In every town, an alternative newspaper – of the sort that exist vestigially today, as “The Stranger,” “City Paper,” “The Village Voice,” and so on…