{"id":3200,"date":"2013-01-18T15:05:32","date_gmt":"2013-01-18T19:05:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/?p=3200"},"modified":"2013-01-18T15:05:32","modified_gmt":"2013-01-18T19:05:32","slug":"a-pre-blog-post","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/?p=3200","title":{"rendered":"A Pre-Blog Post"},"content":{"rendered":"

Way back when, before blogs existed, I was journaling. Here’s a verbatim transcript of my journal entry from this day, 19 years ago, in 1994.<\/p>\n

\nSo on Tuesday, Jan 18th 1994 [1]<\/a> I went over to the Georgetown library to introduce myself to Debbie Gordon. I’d called earlier in the day to find out if she was working. [2]<\/a><\/p>\n

I came in past the desk, they wear name tags, and there was a Debbie at the counter. I went back to the books and picked one out (I really did need a book, I wasn’t operating on an entirely hidden agenda)<\/p>\n

I screwed my courage to the sticking point and went casually up to the desk. By a stroke of fate Debbie was checking out books. She looked pleasant and nice [3]<\/a>, so I said hi and asked if she was Debbie Gordon. We talked for a minute about our mothers. [4]<\/a><\/p>\n

And she was nice, friendly and pleasant to talk to. I don’t remember much, but she had pretty eyes and a nice, nice smile. [5]<\/a><\/p>\n

So later that night, between the end of the Purdue-IU basketball game and the start of OT (Purdue won 83-76) I called her and asked her if she’d like to go see Evita w\/ me Tuesday.<\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The rest, as they say, is history.<\/p>\n

Here’s a clip from the actual journal page.<\/p>\n

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Journal Clip<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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1.<\/a> I obviously recognized this was a Big Day<\/b> to record it so portentously. <\/p>\n

2.<\/a> In retrospect that seems creepily stalkerish. Didn’t seem like it at the time though. <\/p>\n

3.<\/a> She told me later she had a cold and was just miserable. <\/p>\n

4.<\/a> Debbie’s mom and my mom worked together at Fort Wayne Community Schools. That’s how I knew where to go stalk her.<\/p>\n

5.<\/a> That first impression is still true to this day. I still melt when she looks at me and smiles.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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