It’s the last blog from Fernley…EVER! (Adam, you’d better get into grad school).
Everything hurts. I’m tired. But there’s only an hour and a half to go.
Sarah’s here with me. Sarah, anything to say to the folks in Seattle? “Don’t ever send me here again,” she says. “And at least give me a gun if you do.” Sarah actually got tricked into coming out here–she was told it would be “fun.” She works in the public policy office in D.C., so she knew no one who could speak the truth of the horrors of Fernley. She’s my gift-wrapping buddy, even if she is only twenty-two.
And that’s all she wrote from Fernley.
