Posted on May 11, 2003 in Festivals
My mother is enroute to Big Sky, Montana as I write this. She broke her nose falling on a sidewalk in front of the public school that I attended thirty five years ago and hasn’t wanted us visiting before the trip. This is the second Mother’s Day that she’s been “out of town”, but it’s been a relief, to tell the truth. Last night we went out to Inka Mama’s and no less than three large clans had commandeered tables. They filled half the restaurant. Today, they expected that things would get worse.
We’ll catch her sometime later this month. She’s bound to have a good time seeing Yellowstone again. I didn’t pay for the gift, but the best presents are often the ones you select for yourself. Few others share your taste.
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