15
Sierra Nevada
When in Rome… wear Tommy Bahama.
Though it annoyed me to be dressed like Carolyn was dragging me out for drinks at the Timacuana Country Club, some effort had gone into providing those clothes for me. I decided it would be wise to appear appreciative. Besides, as fresh as I felt, it would have been a crime to have put on the jeans and t-shirt I’d brought for when I made it to town.
They were clean, mind you. I’d used the washboard and a bar of detergent the day before leaving the cabin. But both were faded and the smell of desert life still lingered.
Noticeably missing from the apartment was a phone. But there was a large flat screen tv.
I turned it on and flipped from channel to channel. All five of them.
There was no live tv. No ABC, NBC, CBS. No CNN, no Fox News.
