I know that doesn’t sound like much of a distinction but it meant a lot to me at the time.
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(Disposable Bic pen and green Sharpie)
I’m in Alaska. My wife and I are taking a cruise with my parents, and right now we’re in the midst of a land tour. Today we passed through Wasilla and saw Sarah Palin’s old house. It’s a Lincoln-Loggy sort of place and not really the castle of frozen tears I was expecting.
Here’s an impromptu drawing of my mom, for which she will probably not be terribly grateful.
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My mom is encouraged to remember that this was drawn in pen on a rattling motor-coach and that I was very tired.