We helped our hosts gather their prized possessions and got to safety. These photos were taken 10 seconds apart from their driveway and the last one one was taken the way to dinner at an elegant club. A sort of surreal evening with the hum of C-131s and bombers attacking the ridge in the backgroud. A time to appreciate the unrelenting and fierce beauty of mature -if one could only stop coughing.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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