A Horse with No name, I Heard It Through the Grapevine, sitting in a café by the beach, of Ostia. Flying to Charlotte, North Carolina, but…Where am I? When?
One universality: the stupidity of teenagers.
I gave the man who obviously needed some money some of my change. In a few minutes he kindly came over to instruct me which bus to take to the airport.
I survived the travel.
Stephen Lapeyrouse . . . Notes Dropped Along the Way 