Travel Time

We travel. Back to the City. And its alternate, Carmel. Better food, cooler weather, better walks, books, galleries. To the SPE national convention. I haven’t been, since the ’79 one held in Monterey. I wore film, no one asked what, or why. This time we travel without film. Too hard to get thru the Scanners at The Fear Stations. A, shipped the film to our hotel; smart thinking. We all pay for Religion’s mistakes.

Cameras in their bag, leave this, which will go into the White Album: