The first raspberry of the season, from my garden on Thursday morning:
As I left the theatre Wednesday evening after final dress rehearsal, rather later than usual because of the start time and then notes, I drove through what must be one of Saint Louis’ red-light districts, for I was surely propositioned by a large woman.
She was ample bosomed. Doubly so. And with her top pulled down to her waist, I could see every bit of amplitude. She waved. I averted my eyes and looked directly ahead.
This is not an experience I care to repeat.
I have a sock problem. This is one of two drawers full.