So perhaps knowing my trials and tribulations tomorrow, the fine neighbor across the street fixed dinner for me tonight. Actually, she let me have some of what they were having, after I had begged long enough.
A brisket she's been cooking all day, on a baguette from the Underground Bakery.
And some cole slaw, with a bit of the hatch chile I had
A geezer of 70 could do worse, eh? If age teaches nothing else, you learn how to play on the sympathies of the younger neighbors.
Fortified thus, I'll drive across the western US in the am.
I'll write from the Emerald City when opportunity presents.