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I walked down to the Bay walk mall complex in St. Pete today before class. People in the FSG studio were encouraging me to put something in the Anita London memorial case. I felt over honored.
as i was walking back from bay walk (where i had to deal with a man who wanted to sell me a rose for two dollars) I ran into Ken W. walking around janus landing with a brown bag full of beer. he was having diner with Ginni R. at Joey Brookyn',s so i joined them for a slice of pizza with ham( they had calzones and a meatball sandwich respectivly and it looked good) We all thought that it was good that there were so many places to eat outdoors downtown now-a-days.