Monday, July 23, 2007
The Cannon
No Dad, I did not visit Fort Macon secretly (see "Getting the Hell out of Dodge"), in a last, desperate gulp for Americana before I departed for Pakistan. The cannon picture (below and in the right column) is from Copenhagen. Afterward, we purged the germs of past violence with Enya, group hugs and dandelion necklaces.
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I was struck by the composition of you two and the dogs....the dogs look like the serious writers with their happy adoring pets.
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