2004-10-31 / 11:08 a.m.

(how ghosts affect ...)

We walked through the neighborhood --all wide streets and leafy trees, well-kept parks and lovely, lovely old houses --and I turned to my mother and said this is it, it's perfect. If God asked me what I wanted I'd say this. Give me a house here and I'd be happy. Just a little house.

And my mother laughed and said, don't dream so small.

But is that such a small dream?

We spent the rest of the afternoon walking through the neighborhood, looking at all the empty houses and storefronts. I realized then that it was a ghost neighborhood and wondered/dreamed about bringing it back to life.

last night ... tonight