I try not to post faces on the blog.Īt Bentonville, General William T. She’s in the last two photographs, but I didn’t photograph her face. While I was photographing this, another woman came along to read the marker. In North Carolina we pulled into a rest stop, though we were not planning on resting, and I saw an enormous marker. We’re up and riding homeward, although really I don’t remember who was driving and who was riding. Our last evening in Richmond, we went out to eat with Sugar’s daughters and their little chicks. That leaves a rather small window of productivity. I could have an entire conversation with you and not remember it.
I simply cannot wake up easily in the morning. I have heard of such a thing called “sunrise”, and occasionally I see something that resembles sunrise coming in through my window.Īm I a lark, or a night owl? I am neither, so I don’t know what that makes me. For those of you who know me, not really.
