Woke up in North Carolina. (No sausage gravy this morning, but man was it tasty yesterday.) Stopped long enough in Philly for a cheesesteak (“wiz wit”) at Pat’s with Erich. For dinner, crepes on Union St. in San Francisco. I feel so well-traveled.
Looking out a week it’s Boston, the Gunks, Long Island, Boston again…then Oregon the week after. Let’s hope I don’t come down with something.
The observant surfer will note that I’ve posted new photos, most notably those from my dad’s visit.
Hey, your dad looks really good! (Cut me some slack people, it’s been a while.) And you do too, of course. Um, you might want to update the fact that you don’t live in Cambridge anymore. Unless it’s some denial thing.