A buscapade, a spring-loaded tube of coffee cups, dinner with Suzanne, and a long night’s sleep…
~Friday~ Madonna and Genetically-Beautiful Daughter (a.k.a. Sophia), did what, by now, has become their routine—that is to say, they got off the bus at the stop after I got on. The Waffle House Man sat in front of me holding a half-eaten breakfast that I got a quick look at as I passed him to take … Read more