I was pumping gas, and a guy with California plates who was filling the tank for his wife commented that our town seems incredibly pretty and quiet. I said it’s quiet because everyone leaves in summer. That surprised him. He thought it would be busy in summer because it’s so beautiful.
Made me think. Why are we always looking for someplace else to be?






We’re home too. And I’ve been asking myself the same question. Let’s enjoy the quiet!
It must be a little slow in the shop. I hope they let you read. When they were in the old location, they carried a funny book called *Chinglish,* in which a photo I took in Shanghai appeared.