The other night, Tara and I were walking home from rallying friends, neighbors, and artists in the neighborhood to our friend Wendy's presence at the Asian Night market for Quietude Studio. We walked up the second highest hill in Brooklyn — sea level to 177 feet (54 meters) in a mile, hiking up 35 feet per block with a 50+ pound cart after a 13 mile day...
We won’t be, no. The last one broke the bank and that was just hotels and meals, had the ticket comped by the ever wonderful T and still too expensive.
What suburb? Tara and I fell in love as interns in Dearborn.
Thank you. Reading your words, brings joy to my heart and inspires my mind, refreshing my spirit.
Hey thanks Patty — spread it around!
Hey thank you Barry. Kind of you to say: it was a good evening. How are you?
We won’t be, no. The last one broke the bank and that was just hotels and meals, had the ticket comped by the ever wonderful T and still too expensive.
What suburb? Tara and I fell in love as interns in Dearborn.
Know anyone in Kalamazoo?