To Pittsburgh and back...
We are back from the eastward trip. It was good. There was Moon police, La Quinta (no problema), small children played, birds talked, old people cried, blood was shed by multiple people, dogs fought, food was eaten (then cleaned out of orthodontic appliances by small, brightly colored foul) and sleep was had in a bed way too small.
Mau: Wasn’t there a song about Moon police in the 80’s?
Me: Do you mean “Dream Police”? That was Cheap Trick in the late 70’s. (singing) “They live inside of my head…”
Mau: Oh yeah.
It was nice seeing my dad and meeting his g/f. Kerry’s dog, Zoe, got riled up by Kali and growled at Patty (Dad’s woman) and she shook in fear then cried. That was an uncomfortable moment but it was over quickly. Kali was very well behaved in the hotel and at Kerry’s zoo, I mean, house.
Birds that talk are pretty cool.
We got back to find the heat would not work but Mr. Wu came over, worked his magic and we are warm again.


