Thirty years ago today
On Friday I got up at around 10:00 and put everything into trying to move the rest of my stuff to the new place. I took trip after trip on the streetcar until all of the drivers knew me. I called Mike Copping to see if he could come and help me move the darkroom table, but it was a long weekend, and he was going home, so I did it myself. I called Nancy and asked her to bring the car down to help me and so her sister Susan came, and we moved all of my newspapers in bags.
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