notes
babblings!
05/31/05
When I was visiting some relatives in South Carolina I had neglected to print out directions between Aunt Anita’s and Second Cousins Roger and Helen’s. So when Aunt Anita said goodbye right before the big downpour hit, I just went to the main drag outside her suburban enclave and pulled over to call for directions. But apparently, Helen wasn’t sure where the landmarks I described were . . . 
I think if I lived in a town with a Christian Rollerskating rink I’d know where the hell it was.
That’s right.
I said hell.