Writing My Wrongs: Life, Death, and Redemption in an American Prison, by Shaka Senghor
… and cool Valentine parties at NYC’s Transit Musem (via: Erin). I predict a whole lotta Tuesday morning bus luh on the MTA.
That looks very much like the baby carrier I used back when mine was portable. (She was born in ’69, and I horrified the folks in Enumclaw with it.)
One of my colleagues has a button in her office that says, “My other car is a train.”
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