G'morning Frank, thanks for the journal, and reggae tunes, and the Dude.
I'm getting ready to take a trip on Amtrak from Buffalo to MN for the graduation of a little girl I helped bring from Monrovia when she was 7. She got left behind in Africa as a baby when her teenage mom's refugee status was approved and the baby wasn't on the paperwork. We needed a translator to communicate at first, but within a year or 2 she could imitate the valley girl accent from Disney TV. She was a tough little scrapper. One day in the park I turned around and she was fighting 3 boys. I had to rescue the boys because she was beating the crap out of all 3. "That big one called me ugly," she pouted. Anyway, now she's working as a care aide in a nursing home and graduating high school next Saturday with AP credits in nursing. Her family moved to Minnesota a few years ago, but she still calls to check on me, or ask for advice, or help editing essays in google docs. So I don't wanna miss graduation.
I need to crank up my auto-watering gear to feed the girlz while I'm gone for 4 days.