My Dinner with Andre
It is nice to hear, yesterday, a message of joy. My phone has been broken all day long but Jefferson, ever the resourceful Gilligan, dials the mobile.
I feel like I am riding a bicycle, not trying to stand on a tightrope.
Last night was a little rough. Campsite #1 was closed. Campsite #2
was disgusting and awful and they wanted $22 to pitch a tent.
The new bike, the clunker, is a dream. Stable, solid, and built specifically for this endeavor. And now cruising southward. Map to follow. Somewhere on the coast. Ah Jefferson.
He has dinner with an old man named Andre. Beautiful.
This guy's fucking great. 65 years old.
Bean Hollow. More later.
Posted by christian at July 11, 2003 07:59 AM
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The right tool for the job. Excellent.
May the wind remain at your back Jefferson.
In the meantime the edits continue, and ...spain has been mastered as of last night.
r!
Posted by: ron at July 11, 2003 10:18 AM
