5th
August
2010
Only dogs go camping
One sure sign that I’m at home here is the constant stream of familiar faces.
I headed into the grocery store this morning, in order to stock up on cheese, fresh fruits and cinnamon rolls (my idea of a balanced diet). Over by the salads, there were my aunt and uncle, acting like they belonged there. Out in the corridor by the pharmacy, another acquaintance hollered me over for a quick chat and catchup. That never happens during the winter months.
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