Homer y David

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« My late son, David, is enshrined in my private thoughts forever, and I resist the temptation to inflate his status in a larger audience. I say with humility he was a regular kid who died prematurely. In my personal David shrine his greatness distinguished him in no less than two ways: ONE: as a Simpsons fan TWO: operating remote-control cars. Japanese TV game shows includes piloting remote-operated things like helicopters through obstacle courses with National praise and money for the winners. My observations of David tells me he could have tracked to that Japanese-game-show kind of achievement. With what seemed to me as little practice David could steer a car around the legs of furniture as if he were in the car. My fond memories of David driving a remote-control car with noteworthy skill will endure. The Simpson thing goes like this: David was a fan, and he could recall Homer phrases and place them in conversation with comedic sensitivity. I have above-average ability to do this myself, and two Connecticut museum curators and my pedicab passengers credited me with good interpretation. I accept that I’m good at interpretation while always remembering David as better. Not one. I strain my memory now to remember one time David pulled a Homer quote into conversation for a comedic score. David used Homer reliably, but I can´t remember one specific instance. I’m standing at my beloved La Gran Via, which is one of my most emotionally-inspiring places. My slight tearing was not detected by, Maria, a Cubana amiga who stopped to chat. I snapped out of my private emotional moment chatted about the father of her gchildren who is imprisoned, and now I’m back. Digital social, traditional social, and espresso, La Gran Via has it all. Bravi to the Simpsons on their American-record-breaking run. Searching for a late David link I found this. »» about me 302-990-2346 contact us

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middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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