Fellow Warriors,
We’re stranded at a remote outpost on Hawaii pinned down by sunshine, surf and g’kids. We’re gunna make a break for San Diego, hole up there, wait for a lull in the sun and surf and, finally, make a dash for the base in Katy. If we survive the withering fusillade between Hawaii and Katy we’ll see y’all on 24 Aug.
Kent
(a missive sent from my dad to his book club from the harsh outreaches of civilization, otherwise known as the Kaneohe Sandbar. Can you tell they’re reading a war book this month??)
Postcards From the Red Square
One Night in Qatar
Lizards Across the World
Sunshine State Diaries — Spiders and Cupcakes