First Times

The next few days are going to involve self in a bunch of first times.

For instance, she’s never been to Denver before — only during stopovers. Now she is staying two nights, for the AWP Writers Conference.

She’s also never taken Frontier Airlines before. She bought her ticket from them because they were cheap. Then, they moved her flights several times, so that now she’s having to leave Denver at 9 pm, and get into San Jose at 11 pm. Self called yesterday to ask if she could take an earlier flight on Saturday, and the agent told her there were none. On the entire day of Saturday, April 10, there is only one flight to the San Francisco Bay Area, and that is the one self is on, which leaves at 9 pm. Now the thought that is uppermost in self’s mind is: she’d better not Read the rest of this entry »

Something You May Not Know About Self

On the top floor of the Negros Museum, in Bacolod City, Negros Occidental, is a collection of self’s grandfather’s favorite pipes.

Also, self would never have seen it, if Stella K hadn’t agreed to accompany her to Bacolod.

Stay tuned.

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