I have returned!
Despite a momentary panicky hiccup in the National Gallery of Art and an unpleasant zesting of my nerves at Reagan’s Gate 44, I come back to you fantastically proud of myself.
I bumped into my whole these last four days in DC.
The person I would have been if mental peculiarities hadn’t set in and festered at age 19, I suddenly found in my shoes.
I liked her.
In fact, I was kind of amazed at her.
I wonder if she can write?