June 15, 2004
It’s pouring in Indianapolis. I thought we might make it through our two-days of camping dry-shod, but that’s not the case. Still, with the way storms have been moving across
June 14th, 2004.
I’m worried about the heat. I’m a pansy when it comes to heat – i.e. I wilt. By Monday morning I’m discouraged and trampled with the knowledge that dreams don’t