May 29, Reisterstown.
This time we're really on the much awaited East Coast (and it seems like yesterday we were in Ohio, sometimes I overestimate the size of this country, as when I was little and thought it was more or less the size of the Pacific ocean,) in a northwestern suburb of Baltimore, if you looked at Baltimore as a clock we would be at eleven, said a lady who was at the playground with her grand-daughter this morning.
The church's playground is the star of the day: we're parked smack in front of it, Dylan's private playground, right in front of us, across a perfect lawn we don't have to mow.
No comments:
Post a Comment