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Nov. 15th, 2004 11:32 amSo there we were,
jwg and I, walking along Tremont Street after the opera among the gently falling snow, each of us with his umbrella open, when we noticed that we couldn't have gone in different directions if we'd wanted to: the velcro on the little straps that keep the umbrella nicely furled when not in use had come in contact, and our umbrellas were attached to one another.
There's some sort of metaphor here, I guess.
There's some sort of metaphor here, I guess.