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  <title>Tales of the H-Wing</title>
  <subtitle>The trials and tribulations of building, owning,  and driving a Star Wars Car</subtitle>
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    <title>General Stuff...</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Franklin Sr. And Jr, who followed me from LAX  to take pix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Colleen and I have been married for 15 years today! It's a pretty neat feeling. I have lived with my wife longer than I lived with my parents, so I guess she officially has ownership. :) As I told the mechanic today, I may make some mistakes in life, but my choice in spouses certainly isn't one of them. I'm just glad she chose me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying out a 'new' mech, as our previous tinker passed on recently. I can't stand that feeling of displacement, where you have to replace a trusted friend with someone new. Plus that annoying conflict that always occurs where you feel sympathetic to the family for their loss, and feel guilty for selfishly wondering what you'll do about getting your car fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I've discovered I don't like to post here when I'm sick. Which is odd, because I have all this time to post...</content>
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