My Life Passing Slowly Before My Eyes
Last week, I was tipped off to theespressobar.org, an homage to the place in which I spent my early twenties. (Mouse around a bit to wade through the maps and discover the eBar within.)
Twenty minutes ago I got an email from somebody I spent a lot of my teens with. He said he hoped life over the intervening twenty years had treated me well.
Hmm.
It has.