tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post114287713031040379..comments2023-10-10T07:12:55.445-05:00Comments on City of Tiny Lights: Loose Ends And Echoes From The PastWill Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01695153396800974213noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1143052623758101592006-03-22T12:37:00.000-06:002006-03-22T12:37:00.000-06:00http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000000FAL/sr=8-1...http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000000FAL/sr=8-1/qid=1143052408/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-7328890-1752744?%5Fencoding=UTF8<BR/><BR/>Sorry link didn't work..cut and paste the above link...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1143052539283656412006-03-22T12:35:00.000-06:002006-03-22T12:35:00.000-06:00Funkmaster Flex is no Wesley Willis......Make sure...Funkmaster Flex is no Wesley Willis......<BR/><BR/>Make sure to click the link for my name :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1142968053604153412006-03-21T13:07:00.000-06:002006-03-21T13:07:00.000-06:00I always felt this way about home while at St. Joe...I always felt this way about home while at St. Joe. My parents had moved from their Chicago home to Indiana just a few days before I started school at SJC, and I wasn't really sure which way was up. Living here in Hobart for nearly six years, we're feeling settled (for now.) My sister is going through this very same thing right now, having graduated from school and living party at my parents' house, partly at our house. Things will settle down. And if not, hang on to your ties and whiskey. ;0)Lost A Sockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10193285510550787651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1142966683967542602006-03-21T12:44:00.000-06:002006-03-21T12:44:00.000-06:00Vacation in the sense that I was reading for hours...Vacation in the sense that I was reading for hours on end in a different location than usual. I also did not think of school for at least three consecutive days.<BR/><BR/>Was this smart? Maybe not, but I needed it.Will Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01695153396800974213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1142884646720142212006-03-20T13:57:00.000-06:002006-03-20T13:57:00.000-06:00What's this vacation crap? You're in grad school!...What's this vacation crap? You're in grad school! No vacation!<BR/><BR/>Glad to see you made it back "home" safely. I remember having the same identity crisis, especially when I still had an apartment space in South Bend, some stuff at my mom and dad's house in Markle and my wife and daughter living in Charlotte, NC. Where was home? Typically it was a stretch of I-77 and/or I-80 (when it wasn't the lab at school).<BR/><BR/>Some people say home is where the heart is. Clearly, for Will Shannon, home is where the ties are.<BR/><BR/>By that definition, home for me during the aforementioned term of indefinity was a storage locker off Cleveland road in South Bend...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com