November 23, 2005

Roadnotes: Ames

After dinner and talking, I sit in the living room. "Goodnight, sir," says perhaps the smartest eight-year-old in the world.

She salutes, so I give her a full salute back. "Goodnight."

She laughs and heads upstairs.

I get fantastic sleep on some couch cushions placed on the floor; it’s better than my ages old futon mattress at home.

I wake up to good coffee and the most wonderful French toast.

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