Twentysomething

He looked at me (the kid).  "Hullo," I said. Ha ha ha said he. His grandmother, filling my entire eye-space, came out. I handed her a crumpled note.

We drove carelessly/carefreely and, apart from a sketched map, with no destinations in mind (of course, we didn't know of many destinations to be had).  If life was a journey, well then this journey was to be life – at least for two days.

I pulled the handbrake and inched towards the edge of the bluff.  The Fiat stopped at the Gates of Knidos.

Cool map that shows the history of empires in the Middle East. Word. More on the drive through Hiransolu Pennisula, the man with the gold teeth, the Ghost Town kid and his goats, and more -- as soon as I find an Engish keyboard.  Oh yes, and another rant about COVs

After the rain, the skies are penetratingly blue.  And by that I mean, it's so blue that you can see inside the blues, that you can look and the different depths of blue will pull you in and up and on and on

Well, golly. I didn't know that God was a Republican. And that he favors and talks to bigots and medicine men!