Saturday, June 10, 2006

June 10, 2006
Last morning in Frisco. Caught the Super Shuttle at 9:30 at Lombard and Sansome, our Russian (Ukraine) driver picked up four others and we got to the airport at 10:20. The driver laughed like a crazy Russian when I applied the non-existent passenger brake (from the seat directly behind him), with my long leg coming out as a driver swerved and looked like she was coming into our lane. "You trying to help me drive?" he bellowed. We all laughed, but it's true, I'm a notorious back seat driver.

I had on a t-shirt, dress shirt and a suit coat to start the day off, but when we landed at Sky Harbor at three, and it was 104 out, I stripped off most of the above, as we limped home in the heat.

Deena and Frank were house sitting at our abode and Frank made us a great shish kabob dinner. Lots of artwork to do tomorrow, so I'm heading in.

"The natural flights of the human mind are not from preasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope."
—Old Vaquero Saying

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