Carol Stanforth is so wonderful that I would happily throw my body into the flight path of an angry charging velociraptor so she may live to continue making the world a better place with her charity and contagious kookiness (or at the least live to call animal control for me).
On a recent layover in LA, she spirited me away in her fine chariot. We spent half an hour deciding where to go, half an hour getting lost, and another good hour discussing what we would do in the instance of being trapped in an underground carpark with velociraptors during an earthquake.
Carol is a devout practitioner of passing on unnecessary information, so in the spirit of Carol, I would like you to know that the seams on the crotch and inner thighs of my favorite pants have frayed.
(Darling, I need your CA address)
Notes To Folks 004
Posted on January 21st, 2008
