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Sunday, April 11th, 2004
4:33 am
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter Everyone! And just to make everyone's day a little bit more thoughtful, let me tell you all one of my youngest personal easter memories. Some of you might remember the story, as it was on the news, and in the paper as James Baker was considered a huge hero. When I was about 7 years old, my favorite uncle used to take my cousins and I camping every spring up in Scottyland, near the border of Ohio. There was never really a fixed date, and since easter wasn't really that big of a deal to my family, one year found myself and a few other members of my family camping on the very day of Easter sunday. My uncle started off the day by having an easter egg hunt at the campsite, which was relatively boring. Adam and I were looking forward to the real fun, going swimming at the ohio pyle later on in the day. Ohio pyle was a part of the ohio river that flows through western pennsylvania, and there were a number of swimming holes and other deep areas frequented by campers in the county. The spot that we had picked was an old favorite. It was always crowded, but there were only a few people there that day. The current in the area was a little quick, however, and you had to be careful not to get pulled too far downstream. Of course noone really worried about that, because the stream didn't become dangerous until very far down. But that day was different. I was playing in the shallows near the side of the river when I heard shouting, and looked to see a little 5 year old boy being carried off by the current. Apparently his father had drank too much and wandered off. Noone knew what to do, but one man began to swim as fast as he could, attempting to catch that boy. Others began to run along the shore, but could not begin to reach the boy, who was already picking up speed mid-river. I later learned the man swimming his heart out’s name was James Baker, a retired war vet. Everyone in the area thought Baker was a bit of a crazy man, keeping to himself and rambling about his service days. On that fateful easter, he was fishing the river further downstream from the swimmers. Well noone thought he was crazy when he raced to save that child. He swam, and swam, and swam, and finally reached the dying 5 year old, right at the apex of the most dangerous rapids on the river, the point everyone kept an extremely wide berth of, for fear of their lives. Baker flung the child onto shore, but slipped in his effort and was thrown into the rapids. That was the end of the line for him, and he was dashed to pieces on the rocks. The town, especially the child’s parents made a huge affair of the solitary Baker’s funeral, erecting a special monument on the man’s grave, with a very heartfult and meaningful inscription. You can still visit the grave today; it loudly proclaims “Eric is a liar and makes up stupid stories.” Happy Easter motherfuckers.
Wednesday, February 25th, 2004
10:56 pm
look at me!
I am super cool and have a live journal now, even though i already have a xanga thing where i talk about ginger ale and how much it means to me. I don't know what i will post here but now i can join super cool communities like SHOW YOUR KNEES! which is super hot.

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10:52 pm
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Haha, I'm using the internet!
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