When I was a kid we took regular trips to nearby attractions, “nearby” meaning “The Northeast and Atlantic Seaboard”. One of our favorite destinations was Washington, D.C., home of (at the time) very clean subways, some parks, the Smithsonian, and an unusual concentration of memorial sites. Oh also there are a lot of lobbyists there. But when I wrote this letter to my grandmother, I had bigger things on my mind than stuff like that.
The votes are in and the readers’ choice for the August Scene-Of-The-Month is once again my unfinished, unpublished, unedited werewolf novel unimaginatively working-titled The Wolf. (That’s a lot of UNs!)
Because the completed portion of The Wolf is relatively short, I am continuing with the approach I took last time and putting up the scenes in order, so you may want to go back and read last month’s entry to see what happened before this. And now, on to The Wolf, scene three!