We decide to watch the debate. Spirit crushing, rage inducing, horror nonsense. If you are reading this VOTE HIM OUT, for the love of ALL GOOD THINGS left in the universe. Christ, what a painfully ridiculous time to be alive.
At times like these I need reminders that time will eventually heal, that change is constant. We walk down the street to the site of a Putt-Putt Golf course where Brandon used to work summers. Home for rabbits now! A few holes are barely recognizable through the drooping evergreen and ivy.
A lovely sunset back at Rock Harbor, followed by Cornish Pasties, whiskey and a Harvest Moon fire at the Maclachlans’ brand new “pit” the boys spent all afternoon assembling!
