He certainly didn’t like me calling him Jackie, but…that was his name. :)
Homeward I went to bid farewell to Grandpa Box.
See you later, Jackie. Interesting adventures await you, no doubt.
(As NOT fun as funerals are, it was nice to step foot on New Mexican soil—or rather, terra cotta-- if only for a few hours.
(Termites? Haven’t seen these in awhile…)
…’That is to say…there was no plan. It’s San Fran, man. Who needs a plan?
Four girls (one slightly crippled), three days of walking, two nights of talking and one weekend trip of greatness!
Or….one awesome Mind Larp. ;)
“ I have a happy face for you!”
“Well, all I know is that Jigger said…there’s a man in a green coat down this way.”
“Awwwwwww…..”
“Ehhhhhhhhhhh….shitakes.”
Transfat? We got that! Gluten? Darn tootin’!
Hey! We could be sisters!
I’m sorry—Shanny doesn’t speak other people’s accents.”
“What was that? Your hair was talking.”
(In a whisper) “You guys….it’s time.”
“You couldn’t be more beautiful.”
