tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269686.post8069105002027575169..comments2024-01-22T04:59:47.668-05:00Comments on Kittens on the Keyboard: The Wheels on the BusJanetLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351167841202171487noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269686.post-64207421366945648692007-04-18T13:01:00.000-04:002007-04-18T13:01:00.000-04:00I'm with Thor too.I'm with Thor too.Uncle Zolofthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06563053099312138207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269686.post-25573028906538270142007-04-18T10:09:00.000-04:002007-04-18T10:09:00.000-04:00I just got an email from someone on the VT campus,...I just got an email from someone on the VT campus, who said that you can't walk around without a reporter coming up to you. <BR/><BR/>I'm with Thor. I'm sad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18269686.post-14658213946195308262007-04-18T08:32:00.000-04:002007-04-18T08:32:00.000-04:00I remember standing with one of the nurses at the ...I remember standing with one of the nurses at the clinic watching a news program on the television after 9/11. <BR/><BR/>The reporter kept thrusting a mic in the face of a young girl who was clearly distraught. "Tell us about your mother," he kept saying.<BR/><BR/>"My mother... I love her..." the girl said, over and over, crying.<BR/><BR/>"What kind of person was she?" the reporter asked.<BR/><BRjazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01706676956188906865noreply@blogger.com