I stop to pick up Megan — magic, magic Megan — who'd surprised me at the airport when I landed back in Dublin. SURPRISE she'd said, throwing out her arms, and I had been confused and then happy and then I'd started to cry a little bit. But crying at an airport isn't the kind of thing a fugitive and/or a cop would do, so let's not talk about that right now.
Back in town, back on the road. Is there any feeling greater than driving around town in your aviators? Sometimes I don't know whether to wave hello to people or pull them over.

Respect your Authoritay?
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ReplyDeleteI thing fugitives might cry at airports, actually. :-)
ReplyDeleteI think you might be right :)
ReplyDeleteI think you should wave to people and then pull them over
ReplyDeleteEr, it's because you belong in Portland. Muppet.
ReplyDeletePull them over and ask why they aren't wearing their aviator glasses.
ReplyDeleteOh. I'm on your blog list! Thanks Annie. Didn't notice that before.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back. Keep busy and happy.
Welcome home Annie
ReplyDeleteif they are hot. pull them over.
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