I’ve travelled so much that being in one place too long, I need to get away. Fortunately for me, there’s Boulder, Colorado. We don’t leave till this afternoon, so I’ve no need to pack yet. Of course. Besides, in Boulder, I know pretty much where the good shops are already.
I watch a documentary called “Women in Black,” about being raised Catholic and going to Catholic school with the big, scary nuns. I only went to Catholic school through fourth grade, and had only two nun-teachers, neither of which I can remember hitting me. I do remember being told that if we wrote backhanded instead of proper cursive, though, that that was a sure route to hell.
You’ve got to love the dim past, sometimes, especially the dimmer it gets.