Monday, May 10, 2010

Winthrop brought the Straus Cup home again. I had a victory of my own.

This afternoon, it was so easy to be myself.  To be around people and not succumb to the process of fading into the woodwork.  To laugh with (in)complete strangers, to have conversations about Throptalk and trumpet fanfares (or lack thereof), to be loud and crazy and witty and free.

Why can't it be like that all the time?

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