This evening I have an owee on my nose, but I am feeling pretty dang happy. I last wrote to you when we were still in New York. Let me tell you about our adventure getting home to Florida first. Then I will tell you about the nose. Our last day in NY, Steve's kids came over for dinner. Steve's son brought his guitar and speaker and I got to hear him play a tiny bit as he and Steve fiddled with the controls on the speaker. And get this, a year and a half after I started hanging out with Steve, I finally got to hear him strum a guitar. But they didn't play a tune for me. They just putzed. Some day... Our flight from Albany, NY to St Pete, FL was to take off on Monday at 7 pm. Steve's daughter gave us a ride to the airport. We arrived in plenty of time. We boarded the plane. We were practically the only passengers with masks on. We didn't want to risk taking something nasty home to our friends in Florida. The plane didn't start rolling. Instead the pil
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.