Saturday night, LDZ and I went to the LBC to meet up with some old friends of hers. One of them was staying at a craftsman bungalow, very much like Mansfield, where we used to live. After going out, we went back to the house, sat by the pool and played Questions until it was too late to keep our eyes open.
It was like we were 23 all over again.
While we talked about how tough it's been for some of us to find work, R said, "If things get bad enough, I'll just move to some tiny island, take people diving and enjoy the sun and the ocean. I call it my 'escape plan.'"
"Wow," I said. "An escape plan? That's a good idea."
"You need to get one," he said.
"Yeah, I do," I agreed.
What's your escape plan?
3 years ago