Speeding down OCEAN DRIVE in the little red Miata sports car, the wind whips our words as well as our hair. Holding on to my hat with one hand, continuing the conversation, shouting, “we asked them to REFER us” You glance at me, puzzled, “you asked them for a reefer?” “What? No! We asked for a referral!” Well, that of course struck us as funny, and cackling and hooting, we continued down the seaside road. So engrossed were we, that we missed the sight of the FLYER we needed to find the party drifting up and out of the car.

Georg’ann

From the CRAFT fair, this
homage hangs in our FOYER
FLYER unfurls truth

Heather