Springs has come to England, and so have I. The sun must be shining in my honor, my host Chris suggested. He’s at the wheel of his new Toyota now, probably wishing he was driving his Camry, a big car by British standards, but he had to get rid of it because, “The price of petrol is getting too high.” 79p a litre or 5 dollars per gallon is a lot. “And Americans complain about the cost of gas!” His wife Jan is sitting up front next to him in what should be the driver’s seat but isn’t because the…
I forgot to wear green. This is a new book. After removing the sticker on the front, it became devoid of all writing. It is merely paper and binding… and whatever I scribble here. I’m not sure if I’m starting at the bottom of the back or if the book is right side up. I guess it doesn’t matter; it is my book; it is what I make of it. This is my trip; it will be what I make of it. I’m in the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport–Again. I’ve spent more time in this airport than any except my home…