Monday, January 23, 2006
"It always made me feel like an architect, which I had really wanted to be in the third grade. I had even designed several projects to practice, my most elaborate being a shoebox village painstakingly conceived for the squirrels that lived in my yard. With grand expectations, I had perched it in the branches of the oak tree next to my bedroom window, but it had been brutally shunned. I had always believe it was the squirrels' loss -- Reebokville had really been a rodent wonderland, resplendent with zipwires and even a fire pole from the spa down to the Acorn Lounge."