Friday evening I was hugging them goodbye at JFK Airport.
Eighteen hours later, I texted with my grand-daughter.
“Yo Kid,” I typed. “How’s Lisbon? Send me a photo every so often.”
“Okay, I will,” she said.
But you never know.
“Hills. Old buildings. Flowers. Photos!” I urged.
“Not any that are impressive,” she said.
“You’ll find stuff,” I said. I know her.
“Hold on,” she typed. Then this popped in:
“Real peacock?” I asked.
“What I’m talking about,” I typed.
She’s on notice.
has filed an interview with, of all people, me.
It's on his blog. (Just past photo of rat!) My thanks for his interest. GV
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