One autumn five years ago now I had a surprise day off from work. I rode my scooter around Center City and got coffee and sweets from Miel Patisserie. Then I headed to West Philly and walked around the neighborhood, sat in Clark Park and read from The Wind Up Bird Chronicle. I went home, it started raining, and I got into bed and finished the book while listening to Sigur Ros. Maybe that was one of the best days ever, because I always think about it.
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