A scabby jeans pocket, critical thinkers gone missing, lunch w/Susan, & problematic dialogue…
~Tuesday~ I drove over to Gorman and Avent Ferry, and picked up the #9 Greek Village Wolfline bus at about 8:00. Once again, the bus filled up within the first two or three stops, which meant that soon thereafter there were rear ends about my face. I couldn’t help thinking that the back pocket (or … Read more