My Day With The Riches, Part 2
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Two kind and fascinating people picked me up and took me out to breakfast. I had a feta cheese omelette with grits. Grits ! GRITS? This is Pennsylvania not Alabama. But I enjoyed the grits, the omelette and the conversation.
Photographs were taken all around. Ken even got an unsuspecting passer by to take a picture of the three of us.
Then, after hugs, they left for New York City, my old home town, and I climbed the stairs to my lonely attic garret.
Those wonderful people injected a positive spirit into my life. Ken made sure that I made it safely in and out of his car, through every door and across every street. Beth is just as energetic and dynamic as her writing.
It was a great pleasure for me to have them here. They conquered my heart and took it with them. And now I feel very sad because I fear I may never see them again.
(never give up)