“I dont know but Good things will happen” (Duluth)

Dear Diary, My solo slumber party at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport where busy bees hustled and bustled, I recall, an elder Spanish lady, assuming I didn’t understand, was babbling with annoyance to her grandson about me taking up all the three seats. I then popped my eyes wide open to absorb the shocking current … More “I dont know but Good things will happen” (Duluth)