Walking past PWS, trying to get to the train stop. Forget my stuff, have to go back. Walk upstairs, E has spilled water all over my stick case. There are towels all around it. I get it out and it’s dry. Play it a little bit. Go back downstairs, and Larry Bush is walking around with a placard touting a kite festival. Talk with a group of people about it and what kites they fly.
My exciting life, this place