This blog contains travel tales and sundry stories of 100 words or less.
Being Fastidious
Wednesday, September 9, 2009MELC, Willits
Max’ Dad Harry came one evening. He was garbed in a wizard’s wardrobe complete with a walking stick. It was an enchanting night all right, the stars were out and it was a bit chilly, the camp tent was illuminated only by a faint light. Then Harry started telling his stories, mostly of Indian gods and kings and immortals. Two of them are about being “fastidious”. Until this night, I never knew such a word exists.
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