Literally: I went to my neighborhood liquor store, to fetch empty boxes, part of the purge, and decided to buy a few tickets. I bought three chances for the $120 million PowerBall and a $10 Double Platinum scratch-off ticket from the D.C. Lottery folks. I won $15! Which means I'm up $2.
Figuratively: I found some long-lost negatives of mine. Here's a picture from 1978, from a trip I took in Provence with Les Guides de France. Amusant, n'est-ce pas? This horse-drawn carriage belong to a felow who rented out old Gypsy wagons.
By coincidence, I heard people speaking French all day today. I don't know why. I entered a contest for a trip to Martinique today. I'll post details later.
