It will take me a while to organize the photos from my trip to Alaska. And it will be difficult because we’re leaving for our place in Maryland on Friday. But I thought you might appreciate the conversation that ran without a pause for an hour and fifteen minutes in the shuttle on the way from the Tampa airport. The lady in the back street kept calling me a spit eating vampire cannibal and shouting “Praise Yahweh!”. The man was the driver.
When we got to the lady’s house she wanted me to see her car: