Sifting through broken shards of conversations, something said in the last five days, bits and pieces replaying in my mind.
I took a long hike through downtown Seattle, shuffling along against a cloudy morning sky, but as the day wore on, the fog burned off. Must’ve covered several miles. Then good Thai food, then the opera.
At this late hour, the family, in various extractions, are still discussing nuances of the show we all saw. The happy one.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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