Old Town

I just read again my last few posts, and I've realized something you've probably known for a long while - i.e., I am seriously off kilter. It probably doesn't lend much validity to this blogs entry yesterday about human integrity and values to realize that the day before the I went on a tirade about having prevented a woman with a disability and using a walker (and wearing a hideous yellow pantsuit) from boarding the Metro Access bus.


Yeah, but that doesn't count though, right? That was different.... That was ME!

Excuse me...!

Yesterday I had a great day. I went down to Old Town real early because my theraspist movedd my appointment, so I had some time before the class, I went down to the waterfront and sat there and did my homework and watched families frolic (there were a few there, even on a Monday in October!), and tour boats drift past and ducks paddle about placidly and seagulls scream and scavenge. Occasionally wild new-age music drifted out of the Torpedo Factory. I didn't go to the Torpedo Factory, and haven't been in a while, but I believe I'll go next week.