Beating Hurricane Earl out of the Outer Banks, some screaming scareyoke, & a barista’s back…
~Monday~ We were up at 9:00, and down to see our girl Shirl by about 10:00. Once again, she followed behind us cleaning and straightening up. At one point, I went back for something, and she was bent over near me—with her buttocks too close to my face for my comfort—as I reached for a … Read more