It's cold down here. Not really, but my sheet and blanket in the RV hardly make up for the 50 degree temperatures. Last night I though I was dying.
We changed the name of the RV. He was formerly referred to as Arvydis, after the late, great Lithuanian superstar Arvydis Sabonis. He is now called Marcus, after the late, great African American champion Marcus Garvey. Not really the most pertinent information, but hey, it's what I got.
We sit on some street in downtown Atlanta, after having an interview at eight (Eastern), waiting to go shooting at one. I'm getting a bit twitchy, like Martin Sheen at the beginning of Apocalypse Now.
Jay and I return to Tucson in 3 days, which I am pretty excited about. I'm looking forward to La Parrilla Suiza. Tortilla soup,