Dr. Really? and I are are cavorting in Proust’s Living room. We’re enjoying cups of tea and cookies.
The Aftermath: Start Planning
Zone Trip #4
The caravan of ill-assorted vehicles assembled at the baseball diamond in Golden Gate Park as a late-summer dusk promised a fine night for entering the unknown. As always, when a Cacophony Society Zone Trip called adventurers to leave San Francisco, the stragglers came late, and the last-minute preparations detained us further.
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