when the snowflakes storm.
today i packed up my dried plantains and evian and headed for west lafayette. rarely do i cross city lines so being in the car for even one hour straight is taxing on my nerves, but US 52 was very pastoral and so lightly travelled that i couldn’t complain. i listened to the Smiths and Hedwig and the Angry Inch.
Biz and i walked about downtown Lafayette in the cold and rain. we spotted some yarn through the windows of this Ding-a-Ling shop but by the time we made it across the street the place was closed for the day: