March 11, 2012: a beautiful Sunday afternoon spent looking in antique/vintage shops in a little town outside the city!
I didn’t buy anything…but I did read an entire book of letters from children to Bill Clinton, published at some point during his presidency. One kid wrote: “Dear Mr. Clinton: Do you like pizza? Is it still hot when it gets to the white house, or do the guards ask the delivery guy all kinds of questions so the pizza gets cold?” Anyway. Good times.
I’m behind on posting…never fear. I’m catching up.