So, you mean -- since that lady said "don't touch the wood" -- you did it as an act of rebellion, but you paid for it to assuage your guilt ( or to let her know she'd been disobeyed)??
That's how I interpreted it, and do you know, Tru, after she said that, I, who had been conscientiously and carefully not touching a thing, started to touch the door jambs as we went through them.
Well, my family liked you too. After we got on the (dark) road back home, and after the chat had settled, during a quiet spell, my mom suddenly said out to the quiet car, "I like Truman." "Me too," said my sister. "Me too," says me.
I knew they would. I'm going to find your Falwell funeral essay and copy and paste it for them to read. I don't want to invite them to BetterMost though!
Thanks for all the traveling you did yesterday to get to us. I would LOVE to have you come to Washington State.
Clarissa
I'll have to remember to tell my sister about the Cate Blanchett thing. I see what you mean, now that you say it. I wish we had thought to take a photo of just you and me so we could have posted it. Maybe I'll figure out a way.