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to my aid and scolded that paper pasting man in
the mini-fridge that was hanging above the
stairwell of the L. It was an ouch, and it wasn't
performance art...but it might as well have been.
sensitive, creative, caring, spasmadic
sister a brother could ever have. While
only recently was she discoverd
roaming the kurdish steppes, having
escaped from a gypsy encampment, I
feel as though I have always known her,
and love her dearly. P.S. The above is
make believe. If anyone wants the real
dirt on Annie's childhood, please send
me a check or money order for 20.00
dollars and you will receive a
handwritten biography as told by me,
Annie's little brother. Such classic
phrases as "I wish I had a gun" and
pricless moments when she scared the
holy bejesus out of me with her horrible
tales of witches, zombies, and aliens
could be yours to cherish too.
still manages to be a bad influence . . . but in
a good way!!
a lonely mountain meadow when a
butterfly landed on my shoulder. We got
to talking about wildflowers and other
beautiful things, and by and by the
butterfly told me that Anne was the
bee's knees. Now between you and me---I
don't really trust butterflies all that
much. I prefer to consort with
caterpillars and toads, but when later
in the day, a yellow jacket stung me---
the bee and I got to talking and yes
indeed... Anne is the bee's knees.
fannie to sunny San Francisco. we'll
have mohitos and mint juleps as soon as
you step off that plane. make it
snappy, you. I miss u.
She and Ryan ran the legendary LBT
B&B. Charming conversation, exceptional
food, adorable kitties, cozy
accomodations, and the best freaking
selection of bath products in the whole
world. A
renaissance lady, to be sure--Anne is
quick with a smile, deft with warm
words,
generous so generous, and brainy as all
get out.
me silly when I'm a passenger and
she's behind the wheel. the one who
lets me monopolize the
conversation. the one whose had the
experience of meeting my family
(yikes). the one who knows about
such wonderous things as 'cilet
minon' and the unforgettable $5 hug.
I love this one, there's no doubt about
that.