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July 18, 2010
The turntable is still in parts on the kitchen table. I am in Ohio with my daughter Amanda 200 miles from that kitchen table. Amanda is at my parents house, having spent the night, and I am at my sister's. My sister Sandy has gone out to look at a patient leaving me here with her computer. It is Sunday, and I can hear the church bells calling back and forth across the small town. They stop and a silence falls. All I can hear is the ringing in my ears. I wonder why my brain doesn't mask that out.