Shoe Candles

What a June Fifth that turned out to be - the sail, the wine, the scotch, the cups of nature, the old fashioneds, and topping it off at the lounge and then another unfateful night at Cheers.  At least the car is still in situ.  A wise choice, that, and worth the ticket.  Long and memorable celebration commemorating the famous day thirteen years ago, triumphant and hilarious in the zonked out singeing of those old Nikes.  After some unremembered hijinks on the Charlottetown waterfront on the Friday previous, and then a low key Saturday night.  Wimp.  Haha to that text.  Thoughts of the journalism path, which might yet mark a turning point.  All to be seen.

For now, revel in the build-up to the end of 37 and start of 38, the dreams of the future, and the many stories of how you got to there from here.