So the Bridge House got Ashley's dad's old van. The thing had no steering or A/C and Ash kept it only because of his dad. I did not know his dad. It smelled the same as all of Ashley's cars - sea salt, mold, and beer. I need to go to Pensacola and get a bunch of beach sand for my van. Crap.
Bridge House was a good choice.
Good on you! Wonderful choice. If I get to the sea here next week, I'll bring you back some Dutch sea smells (The kind with working levees....)
Posted by: lb0313 | 25 April 2008 at 01:38 PM
Hang in there, Hana, and know that you are in the thoughts of many.
Posted by: A | 25 April 2008 at 07:52 PM
Bridge House is a good choice. They got my first car after it had been wrecked.
We'll see you Sunday!
Posted by: liprap | 26 April 2008 at 07:45 AM
We'll grab ya some sand next time we're in P-town!
Posted by: Varg | 26 April 2008 at 08:35 AM
Wow, that was interesting. If you foollw literary theory and movements, this is very much anti-Romantic the woman wants the romance offered by a complete stranger, though it's highly illogical and foolish even, and hence, she gets fooled. Along those lines, too, it's getting harder and harder to truth from fiction she was fooled by a (very convincing) fiction, because it was too close, it seems to her truth.
Posted by: Tigest | 06 May 2012 at 09:00 PM