Wednesday, June 4
Maddog Erwin came to pick me up from the townhouse north of the city where I crashed. This was especially great of him as he lives south. It took him a while. We went to Pike Place MArket for people watching and a fabulous French lunch. After that he took me to his spcious and dry home where he and his fabulous wife, Karen, let me do email, watch the news, eat a DELICIOUS dinner complete with great conversation and rare tequilla. The best part... instead of driving me back to the hardwood floor, Maddog gave me earplugs, and eye cover and showed me to the guest bedroom which boats the most comfortable bed ever! The retired pilot got up at 4am to drive me back. I really dig Maddog.
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