Hi again! I am traveling around the US and writing about it, and there seems to be no end in sight.
I am looking for nice, fun people who can put me up for a few nights and feed me and pay my way (since I am broke) and show me a good time (since I like good times). If you think it might be fun to host me for a day or two or three, email me at justingrace AT mac DOT com. Please make sure to include your address and phone number. I am especially looking for places to stay in the southeast USA and the East Coast.
I will be traveling all over the USA, though, so email me no matter what! Here are the places I will be in the next few weeks that I am still looking for a place to stay at:
• Texas: Between Houston, TX and New Orleans, Louisiana
• North/South Carolina
I am in Houston. It is both rad and cool. Please contact me ASAP if you are in or around Houston and want to hang out!
Thanks in advance for your help! And now, on with the show...
US Tour Day 34: Clothespins
I visited Jamie today. She was upstairs doing something or other. So, I sat on the futon in her living room and waited. It occurred to me than rather than sit and wait idly that perhaps I ought to do something with my time. So I took some pictures, including this one of my shoe. I used to write on my shoes all the time in high school. I think everybody did. I don't know why we did this, though. I wondered why we didn't do it anymore once we got older and got "real jobs" and such. So, today I tried it again.
I was back in San Francisco moving out of my house. The previous night I was up late with Andie talking and crying. I woke up in the morning to find her gone. She had left for work hours before. I went to grab my little green hardshell backpack so I could leave the house for the day. I found a clothespin clipped to it. It had the word 'wonderful' written on it. Someone had attached it to Andie and she passed it on to me. I decided that I would travel the US and attach stealthily clothespins to people that I met that seemed to need some love and niceness in their lives. Sort of like guerilla kindness—renegade acts of generosity.
The first clothespin went on the collar of a cute little dog with a smashed in face. It was keeping Jamie and me company as we did up the clothespins at Spider House in Austin. I made it a special one that said "I'm a cute dog".
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