March 12, Sierra Vista.
Urgent care clinic this morning to check Fridman's eye, finally. The good news is no damage to the cornea; the bad news is we didn't have time to pick up the prescription for drops to prevent infection and tonight we're leaving for Tucson, 80 miles away.
And it turns out the brakes on the truck were on the brink of giving out, too. "No mas casa, no mas bebe, no mas nada." No more house, no more baby, no more anything, said Jose, the circus' mechanic, telling me rather to the point what would have happened should they have given out when I was driving.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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