Bookends

It’s fitting this should end with a hangover, on my last day before I go back to work. The cell phone went off a record five times this morning:

– Ramin, wanting to meet at the Museum of Flight

– Mom, calling from Germany

– Anthony, letting me know their dog died and the kids are sick

– Dawn, arriving safely in LA

– Mary (John’s ex-wife) – haven’t called her back yet

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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