Down the Memory Lane

It's New Year's Eve.  Why am I going through his old notebooks on this day?

Little scribbles pull so much out from the past.  I hear his voice saying them, or for some hear myself saying and him laughing.  

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 - When you are on a train, never get yourself near a woman with pushed-up hair.  No exception.
 - I don't have the tits to do that.
 - Namida-kun Sayonara! (Japanese old pop-song lyrics)
 - Is there anything as beautiful as a Spring day in Moscow?

 - Mekuso hanakuso o warau (eye-snot laughs at nose-snot) 
 - Grammy died in a ditch just about a mile out of Antigonish. (his song for Grammy)
 - Tenno Shinda, Showa 64 nen. (The emperor died in Showa 64.)

 - He never speaks until he drinks.

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Then I found an entry on this day 9 years ago, December 31, 2001.

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We went into town 

came out of the L

To a bright winter morning

The avenues were bright 

But the streets were in shadows

And the wind flowed up between them. 

Halfway down 18th Street 

We stopped in a bookshop

To warm ourselves and her

looking at music books

and me looking at art ones

Until we were ready to continue on down the block

to Bed, Bath, and Beyond.