Saturday, November 8, 2008

The day/night my tent broke

I realize now how long posts rarely get read.

One night I was sleeping in my home on the beach (which was a tent--see "arrival on the isle" for details).

A whopper of a squall came across the water and blew my home down...with me in it.

The next day I interviewed for a job at the Sheraton (I didn't get it cause I kept staring off into space from lack of sleep).

It was the longest night of my life.

5 days later I was living with a 70 year old Mexican man named Ludlow.

3 comments:

rachelok said...

i, for one, enjoy long posts. and, for that matter, 70 year old mexican men...

Chronicles of Noel said...

You would have loved Ludlow. He was like a 70 year old Johnny Cash...only mexican.

rachelok said...

oh, what a great name...which reminds me, have you ever seen 'love, ludlow'?