Tuesday, March 08, 2005
A fine Saturday morning for sales, but once again my career calls as my students are competing in the annual county Reading Bowl. So instead of wandering aimlessly around Atlanta gazing at candles in the shape of cinnamon buns, I am improving the minds of young people. Before dawn I peruse the paper and notice that one sale on the way to the Reading Bowl opens at seven. My day is not lost.
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