We met a lady at a gas station minimart in Maricopa, California. She was waiting for the bathroom. She wore a beautiful Frida Kahlo teeshirt and has a house in Las Vegas as well as a house in Old Orcutt where her grandkids live. She was headed to Vegas while we were headed to my homeland. It felt funny to meet at such an under-populated place, have a small, warm conversation, and head in opposite directions.
Anyway, here we are, safe and happy. To celebrate, here’s a picture of a salad.
