Somethings burning

Dust is rising, and the smell of burning brush is blowing in with the
heavy winds here in spokane. It's warm and dry, and we've started
having light fires on the highway in tacoma. I'm surprised it isn't
worse in the east. Maybe there's enough water in the columbia to keep
the risk low in most areas.

The smell makes me nostalgic for california. I remember a few fires
there. Last month I saw a fire off i-90 near the dells (just outside
the kalahari). I didn't call it in. Should I be so ashamed?

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Mead

Yes, there is more than just a salvage yard. I worked at a brand new
middle school, and went to lunch at a diner off hwy 2. We'll see how
the food is. The best part of spokane is the continued existence of
blue collar diners outside the truck stop environment. My last long
trip to spokane had a nice dining experience. What is it about coffee
cups with brown paint that feels so welcoming. Sterile white porcelain
feels like a hotel catering service to me, while the simple brown
diner mug says free refills like no other.

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Travel

There was a very young girl next to me on my flight to edmonton
tonight. Since most canadians I meet on the plane are coming from
mexico, she seemed a bit odd. No sunburn, no holiday clothes, and
travelling alone. I asked her if she was almost home, she said after
her parents picked her up it would be an hours drive, and added that
she had been travelling almost 2 and an half days. I asked if she was
coming from india. She corrected me, she had just spent a month in
wujin, china. What a trip! I spied her declarations card, 1987. How
old have I become that she seemed a mere girl? Maybe she was just
short. Reminds me a bit of island warrior Michelle.

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