First, the pergola (again)!
Thanksgiving was yesterday. Only 3/5 siblings showed up; one was up north and the other was sick (with a sick kid), so it was forgivable. I took time after the big dinner to grab some pictures of the pergola that I had forgotten when I was home last. A few of the guys decided to start talking about the OWS protests and the government and what was wrong with the world, so I decided that it was the best time to jet out of there. I sometimes feel like the only one who wants to listen to the entire story of both sides before making decisions on what I believe, or try to understand both viewpoints before saying that I think one is right and the other is wrong. Maybe some people in Washington could try that...
Dear Building that will never read this (guaranteed!),
You're great. I love you. You let me inside you whenever I want to play piano whenever I want. No, that wasn't an attempt at a dirty joke like so many that have passed through your doors have made. But yet, you listen to them and just keep sitting there like a friend. My only complaint is that you're so far away! Walking across a campus at night is no fun matter in the middle of a city, especially when I really didn't want to leave the comfort of my apartment to do something I could've done tomorrow morning. As it is, I can forgive you for being so far away because of the fun times that have happened because of you, like piano practice, band camp, even a Super Bowl party. Thanks for being there.
Love,
Wes
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