Tuesday, June 13, 2000
There's a Train on my Lawn; It's a Shallow World After All
Tara is all moved in to her new place in Santa Cruz.
I wondered about the train tracks in the front yard. When I heard the whistle, I ran out with my camera:
Another snippet (slightly edited) from a friend of mine in San Diego:
I've been wading through puddles of people... shallow, of course, but even worse.. smooth on the bottom. And I've stopped wondering what you see in me because now I know what it is.