One week ago today, this minute, I was on the subway in New York City. We were on our way to Liberty Island. I saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time. Now I'm half dressed and switching between the Detroit Tigers and the PGA Championship.
Huh.
It feels odd. Reality feels odd, doesn't it, especially when it comes around again as it will?
It is serious business. It feels unusual. What's up with that?
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