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	<title>Di Has Stories...</title>
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		<title>What Happens When You Spend Too Much Time With the Green-Toews</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Actual conversation:
Me:  Barb says there&#8217;s a Sonic by her folks&#8217; house, kind of behind Southtown.
Jeff:  The mall?
Me:  No, that&#8217;s Southdale.  Southtown is over on Penn and 494.
Jeff:  What&#8217;s the difference between the two?
Me:  Only Southtown has been written about by The Hold Steady.
Posted in home life, Minnesota, my sweetie       [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=899&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/07/16/what-happens-when-you-spend-too-much-time-with-the-green-toews/</link>
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		<title>x365/78:  Dave C.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My grandparents&#8217; neighbor, known for his collection of cars that he moved to keep out of the sun and covered in towels, huge family, beautiful lawn, and ability to never have a job.
Posted in Before School, Grade School, High School, Junior High, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=895&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/26/x36578-dave-c/</link>
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		<title>x365/77:  Mrs. Jacobson</title>
		<description><![CDATA[While I remember almost nothing of her teaching, I do remember that she used her fake arm as both a weapon and an instrument to constantly pull her nasty wig back into position.
Posted in Grade School, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=892&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/25/x36577-mrs-jacobson/</link>
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		<title>x365/76: Terry</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The boy my parents forbid me to see, that I dated for nine months behind their backs.  Six years older than me, was sweet and a virgin.   Years later, I finally deflowered him.
Posted in High School, Roaring Twenties, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=889&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/24/x36576-terry/</link>
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		<title>x365/75: Eddie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Having grown up in Kuwait, he knew violence.  Liked to make fun of the gory driver&#8217;s ed movies.  When he saw I was upset at one, tried to protect me from seeing it.
Posted in High School, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=881&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/23/x36574-eddie/</link>
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		<title>x364/74:  Other Driver&#8217;s Ed Teacher</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Otherwise frustrated coach and teacher with a pedistache, taught driver&#8217;s ed with an intensity that just make kids laugh at him.  Thought he was going to have a heart attack in every class.
Posted in High School, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=886&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/22/x36474-other-drivers-ed-teacher/</link>
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		<title>x365/73:  Driver&#8217;s Ed Teacher</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Most chill dude ever.  Never raised his voice or used the idiot brake.  When I was going 15 over the highway speed limit, he calmly asked what I thought I should do about that.
Posted in High School, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=878&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/21/x36573-drivers-ed-teacher/</link>
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		<title>x365/72:  Nick B.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My first friend in new school, first date, first dance, first kiss.  After that kiss, he said, &#8220;Well,that kind of sucked, didn&#8217;t it?&#8221; and called me a couple days later to break up.
Posted in High School, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=874&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/20/x36572-nick-b/</link>
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		<title>x365/71:  Barney (Mr. Yee)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dreamed last night of putting you to sleep again; woke up sobbing.  I didn&#8217;t mean to get a cat that day, but you held my eyes across the store, and it was love.
Posted in After 30, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=868&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/19/x36571-barney-mr-yee/</link>
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		<title>x365/70:  Dean Haglund</title>
		<description><![CDATA[During the height of X-Files fame, met Langly at a conference in Nashville.  He seemed a little frightened of my exuberance over meeting him; I was embarrassed to wear my glasses in our picture.
Posted in College, x365       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dihasstories.wordpress.com&blog=1120463&post=865&subd=dihasstories&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dihasstories.wordpress.com/2009/04/18/x36570-dean-haglund/</link>
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