A lot of history in these walls. Short. Intense. Sweet. Simran was three back then. The kids weren't even a glint in their mamma's eye. Their mamma was my date at the old Millican house twelve Christmases ago.
Monday, May 28, 2012
The Millican House
The other evening Simran and Jo and the kids and I were driving around west campus after filling ourselves with TCBY. We stopped by the old Millican House to look in on her. She looks strange. Like a plumb painted straightened out version of her old self. I peered in through the glass next to the front door and took a picture of the lobby.
A lot of history in these walls. Short. Intense. Sweet. Simran was three back then. The kids weren't even a glint in their mamma's eye. Their mamma was my date at the old Millican house twelve Christmases ago.
A lot of history in these walls. Short. Intense. Sweet. Simran was three back then. The kids weren't even a glint in their mamma's eye. Their mamma was my date at the old Millican house twelve Christmases ago.
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