So, I was just kicking back on the picnic table at that lake with the dubious name of ‘Clear,’ and pulled out my cellphone to check out the map. I found our location with the GPS, zoomed out a bit, and found a little town just north of us, at the other end of the lake, called ‘Nice.’
…and within a reasonable margin of error, these two Mesopotamians would be saying, “Hi!”, right about in the middle of a little town called Woodacre.
We were just standing around, eating chili dogs, and got to talking. Turned out we had a lot in common. Natisha would join us a little while later at Camp Winnarainbow.