03.07.99
Up at 8:15. Boots w/ Bradshaw's heat gun till 9:35...Promising day -- beautiful outside. Thoughts of Christa w/ "Choirgirl"...laundryman...I'm gonna work out soon.
-Break. Now it's 2130, lights out, Keller leaves
tomorrow. He gifted me a black jacket -- he had no room for it in
his bags and he couldn't sell it...I don't know how well it'll look on
me, but a gift is a gift is a gift. I gracved him with a choice of
CD's from my wallet...he took Field of Gold by Sting -- good choice.
I'll miss that guy. He was a good man & a good DM/Storyteller...so
many stories told & faces met, always shifting like sands in an hourglass,
reminding me of mortality always. Building up a camaraderie w/ my
new roomates -- Perry, Bradshaw, Shivers, of course Carpenter, and the
one other black guy I don't quite know yet. 2 of 'em came from Ft.
Wychoocka (sp?) where they bombed outta intel MOSs...