Also there is Old Jack Darnell (I can say that because he is older than I, HA!) and his publisher Yvette. I really thought about just running over there and dropping in, but nah. Maybe next time through.
Bugs on the windshield means it is spring. We reached a big highway in the mountains, and time for Sherry to try to capture some of the scenery. WE are on the back roads because the rock slides are not cleared on the planned route.
When we get piled upon one another in large cities, as in Europe, we shall become as corrupt as Europe.