I had dinner at Brooksby again with my parents and some of their friends. We had a lively conversation about finance and science fiction stories. The other night we discussed how Virginia teaches fourth graders their illustrious history. When it comes to slavery, they teach that tobacco made them do it, in my quick summation. My daughter can tell you all kinds of things about tobacco as a cash crop or as a labor-intensive crop. What she can't tell you, though, is what tobacco actually is. Joan wanted to get a 'family photo' while we were all waiting for a table for six people. So instead of Saguaro National Park, today you get a family photo of Oz, her mother, her father. As if you couldn't tell.
PS: I promised a photo of where I'm staying so that everyone can sympathize with my plight, didn't I? This is where I'm writing...Miss E has a tendency to close down her photos. She took this last summer, but yes, this is what I see 180 degrees as I work.
And in case you didn't quite get that, the mechanic is just around the corner from here, one of the town beaches. Again, from last summer.
Such a terrible place my car chose to break down, isn't it? I am the locus of your sympathies, I know.