Here I am at the Woodstock Farm animal sanctuary. I met Carly, who protected June Bug, a nine week old pig. Mommy kept saying RADIANT, RADIANT. No one knew why she was yelling that word. Woodstock is a strange town. Everyone just seems to sit around selling old stuff. Apparently, this is the home of peace, love and forgiveness. They have good muffins.
We visited my dad's friend, whose name is supposed to be Sally. Apparently, she uses and alias in town, so people won't know her real name. "It's a small town, everyone knows what everyone is doing." Sally go defensive and said, "How do you know Sally is even my real name." Adults can be so complex.
