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Feeling lazy today since I got up too early and not enough back-to-sleep time later. I’d been thinking about a post on one of the real virtues of the Internet, which is easy to blame for everything from cultural ills to incredibly annoying irritations in trying to use it for various tasks. Something the other day reminded me of an event I’d almost forgotten about when I was eight. Saw a big-time Broadway musical at a theater in the DuPunt Hotel in Wilmington (yeah, that guy’s state). I remembered the star and the first name of his co-star, Susan I thought, cross with myself with forgetting her surname because I developed an immediate crush on her. So I used the Internet to reconstruct it all, the place, the show, the stars, the music. Which is all racked up on my disk waiting for me to write it up. Worth it for some of the songs and the period setting alone. But…

I don’t feel like writing it today. Then I thought of another reconstruction job I had done of a dramatic encounter I had at an airport. That one took a few days and a lot of graphic work. I was pretty sure it was still sitting on my previous big blog, Instapunk Rules, which for some reason I have mostly referenced here for political topics. There’s a lot more scope and variety to it than that, but assembling a reference list would take a lot of time-consuming technical work… and maybe later.

Still I succeeded in finding a one-word search term that located the post I had in mind. Didn’t feel like photographing all of it or reproducing it here though. Then I realized that my search term “Moments” had summoned a string of largely unrelated posts that reminded me of some good things about a blog that produced almost as many posts as this one. Mostly not earth shaking but all with their, uh, moments.

What to do? Give you a link to the posts that met the one-word search criterion:

Here it is: https://ip.rflaird.com/?s=Moments

Now I can catch an afternoon nap. You can do what you want. C U Later.




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