There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone
Sevigny
- Location
- Eugene, Oregon, United States
- Birthday
- March 11
- Bio
- Born in Indiana, grew up in Arkansas and Illnois. LIVE in the Pacific Northwest where I am adored for my technical expertise with computers. On weekends I am a serial mouse murderer due to lazy cats. I have one son who loves me for my ability to find good takeout and for enabling him to escape his upbringing. (May he give me grandkids and a small place in the South of France)
MY RECENT POSTS
- Jordan's Crossing
September 27, 2010 12:55AM - Pigs Foot Jello
August 28, 2010 05:56PM - The Plot of the EVIL FOX
August 28, 2010 01:01AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “great post! My mom was a
teacher and worked with a lot
of
what we then called
d…”
September 27, 2010 03:06PM - “Not everyone hated the
Nam vets. I have been very
close to
two men who were
Nam…”
September 27, 2010 11:01AM - “Wow! Good on ya!”
September 27, 2010 10:54AM - “I agree with you with
regards to DeFazio being
totally
awesome. Also, I'm
gratef…”
September 27, 2010 04:06AM - “When you get "our" age,
there's at least one major
health
crisis for
ea…”
September 27, 2010 03:50AM
Sevigny's Links
Jordan's Crossing
Jordan’s Crossing
The worst part of being a parent is after you get your kids socialized, after you put books in their hands and get them to be the best and most interesting friends you have, they leave you.
At age forty-two, with a great deal of trepidation, I became a single/…Pigs Foot Jello
At a certain Big Ten Midwestern university during the late 1960’s, the student union cafeteria was the gathering place for all the campus radicals, hippies, groupies and hangers-on. The food was cheap and somewhat more nutritious than the fare served at the cafes and watering holes that r… Read full post »
The Plot of the EVIL FOX
Once upon a time, I lived in Chicago. I had a job that was steady and paid well, but life in the city was grim. From my open window on a summer night, I'd listen to the zing of bullets from shootings a few blocks over or the screams of someone… Read full post »
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