Stuck.

October 15, Centralia.

Centralia is only about 20 miles from Columbia, where I spent some three years studying for a degree in photojournalism in the early nineties, and I was to meet an old friend there today but instead I found myself waiting all day in vain in a combination of bad planning and bad luck.
I forgot to call Greg last night to remind him and he never answered his phone or showed up today, and I couldn't leave the lot because I and everybody else were stuck in the mud in a flooded lot. It is now ten at night and I still haven't heard from Greg; we are waiting for the forklift to come and pull us out to dry grounds, the last ones since we were parked last too this morning, as usual.
The muddy days are back.