By the time we got through with the bank and the grocery and the pharmacy, I was ready for an ambulance.
The years really do catch up with you. I was so tired, I hadn’t even brought a camera with me.
Of course, Marilyn just happened to have a spare travel size Leica in her purse that she let me use.
I really liked that little camera. Since I have a record of adopting Marilyn’s stuff and keeping it, she sat me down and said: “You can’t have the Leica. I love you and you can borrow it, but I am not going to give you my Leica.”
I couldn’t even argue the point, but what a nice little camera it is! it’s doesn’t have as long a lens as some travel cameras, but it doesn’t distort images, the colors stay true … and you can clip it in your pocket. Well, not yet. But I’ll talk her out of it. In the end, she’ll give me the camera.