I am writing from inside a tent in my backyard. It’s about 35 degrees.
We’re here – me and the old man and Swirl and Punchy – as part of a fundraising effort for my beloved Street Angels.
This is a picture of our tent. And my husband’s favorite axe. Or hatchet, depending on your frame of reference.
This is a picture of me in my German Army man suit. It a sleeping bag with arms that we bought in an army surplus store in Wyoming thirty years ago because I was cold camping. I once wore it to a Packer game. I was talked into it.
More about this peculiar experience tomorrow.