It's one of those precious quiet moments in my home tonight. I can actually do a bit of writing new stuff. My natural (and usually uncanny) sense of pessimism tells me it won't last long, but I will make the best of it and write about Sam Benjamin, the young hotel manager we met when Lynda Stokes attended a lecture in New Wichita.
Oh, oh...the dog is licking my laptop and nudging me while I try to type. Time for a walk.
Oh, oh...the dog is licking my laptop and nudging me while I try to type. Time for a walk.
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