Trippin’
Ah, Denver. I am sitting in a funky coffee shop with ‘net access. I’ve decided not to kill myself driving, so will attempt to cover less ground today and tomorrow, and sleep in real beds.
Want to call me on the road? Reception has been spotty, but then, I was in the mountains. It should be more reliable now — and in any case, if you call and leave a message, I’ll be glad to call you back. The number is eight-eighteen, nine-fifteen, V-I-K-A. Yes, I am a dork. What?! They did ask me if I wanted anything specific for the last four numbers!
September 3rd, 2003 at 1:17 pm
calm down Kowalski, don’t kill yourself getting back to glorious Providence… reminds us of the great Kalamazoo roadtrip, especially that last 1000-miles-in-one-day stretch!
September 4th, 2003 at 11:10 pm
missed opportunity
Crap! I just read an email too late to have a cup of coffee here in KC with Vika, who is/was passing through the midwest. This summer I saw Matt in Maryland, met this guy in England, met Kathleen in…