Had a wonderful waitress for lunch today here in Indiana, a couple of days before the Final Four.
Could tell she was expecting a generous tip from me, so of course, I gave her one.
Dearest Mother—
The horses now rest in the Carolina stables. I march south to the river. In my recent stent, I’ve learned that wolves hunt in packs, not as tigers—who stalk silently through grass, patient till the prey is near. The flags of boot up fly again. #justdifferent
GW