1. It was the best bad beat I've seen, maybe ever: my Kellogg friend Gail called a guy's all in with 3-7 off suit; her opponent had pocket Aces, but when 3-7 came up on the board, her two pair beat the pocket Aces guy. I nearly dropped dead from cardiac arrest!
2. The jacket I wore yesterday was balled up on our dining table. My missing keys were in the pocket.
3. I hope Jordan will pursue my idea to look into immigrant narratives as a way to deepen his essay. He's onto something, but just hasn't quite found the right outside source to help him deepen his thinking about leaving home and the loss he felt.