tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481685117023521386.post6085728805735564908..comments2023-09-20T05:14:16.635-04:00Comments on Stamford Talk: Eat, Think, Drive, Blog!: My Friend Christopher Expounds on Oprah, Cute Dresses, QVC and the Power of WomenStamford Talkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10145856659548079358noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481685117023521386.post-71953276876549946242008-02-26T09:32:00.000-05:002008-02-26T09:32:00.000-05:00Whaaaaaaaat? I don't remember that! Did we reall...Whaaaaaaaat? I don't remember that! Did we really go to Stamford together?Stamford Talkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16628338751045041012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481685117023521386.post-58399279101497749852008-02-25T23:50:00.000-05:002008-02-25T23:50:00.000-05:00Kristine, I'm truly flattered you placed this on S...Kristine, I'm truly flattered you placed this on Stamford Talk. <BR/><BR/>And though I'm not a Stamford resident, I would hasten to add in the five years my wife and I lived in Rye, we came to Stamford 281 times. Wait . . . let me adjust that to 283 . . . yep, 283. There was one time Kristine asked us to follow her to Stamford. We made it there but then . . . she got lost. So we got lost. We then found our way back into Stamford but before we knew it began seeing signs for Waterbury. We were lost. Again. We finally made it back to Stamford and had lunch.<BR/><BR/>Now, that's 283, right? Or is it 284?<BR/><BR/>Finally, let's set the record straight: The greatest sadness we experienced when moving to Minnesota, and still feel it, was being so many miles from our great pal, Kristine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com