Thursday, November 29, 2018


. . . she was a bit unstable, and she would often be in the hall yelling “I’m very ang-a-ry,” or we thought so, unless she was yelling “I’m very hung-a-ry,” and to our sad, untrained gringo ears, they sounded the same, and it’s likely both were yelled at one time or another, but I mention it because I always think of her and that when I think of that place.


  1. Weird how memories work, sometimes spoiling otherwise pleasant ones.