Harris

I was right in the middle of dying my hair an unflattering color and thinking about cutting it all off (see: stress fractures), when my phone dinged. Harris! One of my oldest friends from high school, Harris is a wild thing who shows up unannounced from Portugal and blows through in a day, and his timing is always somehow perfect.

We spent a couple hours with his mom (very cool lady), before dropping her off at the airport to return to Molokai, then sat outside Jolene’s with a plate of brisket fries to catch up. Before he left, he gave me a very firm, very long hug, and I started crying. Needed that.

The orange hair isn’t as noticeable in the picture, phew 

Harris and me, 1996

Maybe I’ll be the one to blow through town next time, if I can figure  out where in Portugal he is at any one time.