by Michael Hanttula · Dec 29, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
My first return to the East Coast since NYU. Traveling down the coast with Graham and Kim; we stay at her beach house. Graham and I discuss our move-in together. We share the beach house, an evening, and a meal with one of the Rockettes. by Michael Hanttula · Dec 22, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
December 21, 1996. 10:40 p.m. Caught in a pile up on Highway 92 over the Bay. Krassi’s car was hit by another going 50 MPH, while I stood two feet away. No major injuries, just minor head wounds. After 5 hours in the ER, we recovered at Lyon’s. by Michael Hanttula · Dec 21, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
THEY’VE GOT JELLO!!! by Michael Hanttula · Dec 20, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
Krassi and I entertained Sophia (a Swedish cousin) over a mixture of Tex-Mex. Retired to their porch to sip ourselves into a silly wine oblivion. One turned to vinegar, bringing upon an unexpected change to our evening. by Michael Hanttula · Dec 7, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
Quite possibly the world’s smallest “Little Italy” (basically, it’s confined within the walls of this restaurant alone). The visit to this town provided substantial evidence that it is, in fact, an outdoor clinic for blundered plastic... by Michael Hanttula · Dec 2, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
Over the cheers of a football team hosting their awards ceremony, Dan told me of his new interest: Suzanne. by Michael Hanttula · Dec 1, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
A viewing of the new Star Trek movie. Kim revealed her lust for the Captain when he commands “Make it so.” She wrote a haiku in response to her elated state, but it was lost. by Michael Hanttula · Nov 27, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
Kim and I, enjoyed an evening of a movie, books, dining, a “Phenomethon” of bizarre TV shows and discovered a fantastic Chilean wine. by Michael Hanttula · Nov 24, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
Meredith drove down from San Francisco for the first time today. She really wanted to be part of the spoon wall, so she made sure that we stopped at a spot that had spoons acceptable for mounting. Interesting conversations have become a staple of our... by Michael Hanttula · Nov 19, 1996 · Spoon Journal Project
An old fashioned coffee shop that temporarily transported me a few decades back in time. The back wall mysteriously contained nothing but portraits of clowns painted on black velvet. There was also a song about clowns playing over the radio.
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