two down

Showtime for Claudia's Surf City, Block Island

Last of the lists

I'm bound away, not cross the wide Missouri quite yet, but across the Block Island Sound. It's tough being a real estate mogul, even with a lot of help, in a place where the wind and rain and sun are always trying to take your place down to the foundation (or piers, in my case). And you no sooner paint railings than the baby birds are learning to fly from the corner of the porch and shitting all over the new white paint. But don't cry for me. It's worth it.