My friend and former manager, Judy, stopped by on her way back to California. She’d been in the DC area getting together with some of the folks that went to Brazil with her 40-some years ago. It was an unofficial set of events, in amongst one official event but the Peace Corps’ funds were limited so the others had to come up with some events of their own.
We went out to dinner and then she and I had a lovely chat for a couple of hours before an early crash due to the hour at which I had to get her to the train station in the morning. She was flying out of the former National Airport (sorry but I won’t say that name on my page!) and the train is the easiest way to get her to the airport.