William Foster

One of the people I met in The Plains was named William Foster. He told me he hadn't heard sounds that compared to the tornado since Pearl Harbor.

Foster is a U.S. Navy Veteran from WWII, and he brought me inside to show me where he was when the storm hit. He lives alone with his cat, Sissy, but his son lives next door. I hope to get to know him better.

In the Morning

A tornado touched down in Athens and The Plains last night, among other places. This morning, I went to see the devastation firsthand.

Another Traveling Song

Oh my. So far this summer has been about going places. From Athens to Canton, to Connecticut to Boston to Pennsylvania, to Akron, to New Jersey to New York and now home. But how silly! I don't have a job yet. Here are some things, not many.

















































































































































































P.S. Currently suffering one of my worst sunburns yet.

Memorial Day and Dundas, Ohio

Dad, Amie, and Sonny came down to McArthur for the long weekend, and we went to Dundas twice, for the railroad tracks and some poor skinny dogs. I also got to stop by and say hi to Robert Peoples again. He still remembers the "holes in my britches." Sigh.

The Navy and First Flush

When I found out the Impossible Project had made a new brand of instant film (called PX 600 Silver Shade / First Flush) I ordered it without thinking. I'm glad I did, but they emailed me saying that there were light leaks and if they were damaged we could send them back for $3 apiece.

Um, no.

Anthony graduated from Navy boot camp on Friday and I went to Illinois with his family for the weekend. He's going to Connecticut this week and a lot is changing. But it's good. I'm so proud of him.









My sister, Halle.


And the ones that didn't develop:




Sigh.
I'm ready to leave.
Four more weeks.
And yet.