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No school Fostah-Glostah

Posted on 2004.05.11 at 08:36
How I feel about it all: sadsad
During all the election hoo-hah, a sad event happened that slipped through the cracks everywhere but here in little Rhode Island.

RIP Salty Brine.

Only a tiny handful of you will understand why this is so very sad. If I didn't have to work at three today on so little sleep, I'd go to the funeral. This man was Rhode Island, and I've never heard anyone speak a word against him. He was kind, generous, funny, and a real gentleman. Everyone who knew him says that the world is a better place because he walked on it.

Farewell, old friend. We promise to brush our teeth and say our prayers.

Darn. I didn't want to get all teary. It's either because I'm tired or maybe I'm finally turning into a Rhode Islander after a mere 26 years of living here. That's not much, according to Rhode Islanders.

Now I'm going to bed. I have to be at work at three.


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heinous_bitca at 2004-11-05 07:11 (UTC) ()
To be honest, I was more upset and sad at that announcement than I was about the election. Perhaps it was inevitable it would turn out the way it did, but I was nearly weepy, knowing we'd only have recordings from now on of "No school, Foster/Gloucester!"
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primroseburrows at 2004-11-05 09:18 (UTC) ()
According to the Providence Journal, the article on Salty's death had more hits than the ones about the election.

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