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July 20, 2006
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The other night my dreams included slideshows of images bereft of sound or narration. The colors were saturated and I felt as though I was viewing the outside through a scratched and grainy filter. I saw pieces of my life. I saw landscapes. And when I woke, confused and tired, I realized that I had been dreaming of Arthur E.
It has been nearly three months since we discovered pieces of an unknown man's life scattered throughout Beard Street. In that time, I have researched the clues and now have a strong feeling that I have found the family of Arthur. I meant to mail them a letter a month ago. Blame can be placed on business at work or the wedding, but truthfully, I have felt hesitant and a bit scared. Sometimes, however, one's conscience wins out over apprehension.
Yesterday I wrote a letter explaining our discovery. It just went in the mail this morning. Let's see what happens from here.
Posted by callalillie at July 20, 2006 7:28 AM | Arthur E. , City Life
Inspired at all by that woman's diary in the Times this weekend?
I hope you make contact with him! I loved those photos.
Posted by: beth at July 20, 2006 9:54 AM
Hmm, yes and no. Do you ever get that weird feeling when you know more about a person than you should, given that you have not met them? That was kind of how I was feeling. I have this longing to connect with someone in his family, even if it is brief or awkward.
Posted by: corie at July 20, 2006 9:55 AM
Wow, very cool. I also hope you make contact. What an interesting story.
Posted by: Liz at July 20, 2006 11:15 AM
I can't wind to find out what happens!
Posted by: nani at July 20, 2006 12:03 PM
Wow, ever cool! I hope you make contact too. How fascinating would that be?
Posted by: Cindy at July 20, 2006 1:36 PM
I feel as though this whole Arther E. story could have been taken right out of "Am�lie" :)
Posted by: Cindy at July 20, 2006 1:38 PM
my mother and i are equally avid readers of david sedaris' books of essays about his family, and whenever i see something about one of his sisters, etc. i feel like i know their family so well.
a little bit too well, but then i'm disappointed because i realize everyone who reads his books must know them this well too.
it's fun!
Posted by: seton at July 20, 2006 5:54 PM
that is soooooo so cool. :-)
Posted by: carrster at July 21, 2006 7:23 PM
