March 16, 1988: Greg is 27
…and
then after the Tsunami; I woke up wearing a striped conductor hat, and
overalls smelling the steam of the
engine moving past the mountains on my left. The mountains
were the ones I remembered being in front of my junior high school, years of
torment and pain. I was thinking just
keep moving; don't look back at the 100 cars of Sugar Beats.(40:365)
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