I'm going to miss this guy who brings his flag/fishing pole cart out to the beach EVERY NIGHT.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The sun sets on another chapter ...
I'm sitting here, on a cushion-less couch, surrounded by boxes which, in addition to everything else we own, include all our lamps and light bulbs. So it's dark as pitch in here. And the tapping sound of fingers on the keyboard is echoing off the bare walls. And this is how I'm spending my last night in Virginia. How depressing.