February 4, 2003
I leave for Tampa tomorrow with great expectations and a slim wallet. No matter, it should be a great trip: friends, familiarity, and, of course, Mr. Fatwa himself. I should have pictures and narratives here when I return. I teach in the morning, but I should begin my journey at about 2:30 pm. I think it’s supposed to rain. No matter. It can’t be any more depressing than Macon.
OK, this was supposed to be upbeat. Sheesh.