"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..." - Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Sh-poopies
Brooke and Judy are recovering from some kind of miserable illness here in asia. Nothing like being sick in the tropics- it is a special kind of misery. Fever sweats in a hot bed with bugs buzzing in our ears and rats running on the roof all day with burning rice fields outside. Hope we get our immune systems up and running for this place. So many possibilities for infection here.
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