We popped her wheeliebag in the truck along with a rusty-legged Eames chair, a large pottery thing I hauled up from Mexico and other odds and ends—mainly odds. I can't remember what I have at the Goose in Missouri since the reconstruction after the flood last year, so I just threw everything in the truck. We headed for New York City through the weekenders' traffic jams of Connecticut. It took hours, but thanks to the departing hoards, we did find a parking space.
Ping and I meet at the dock in Point Judith, Galilee, Rhode Island. |
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