We caught sight of Tony walking along South Street. His state was un- fortunate, but I think we pulled through for him.
Soon after we found Gina and Bear along the tracks by the transit station. They seemed in good spirits, although Bear was suddenly bald. Bear assured us that St. Bernard's posted fliers that our location changed.
We found a new tent in the woods, but no residents. Perch was out of place and Ray seemed a little bitter.
Bill spoke highly of his Cindy and challenged all of us to cycling competitions.
We watched Bug lick Mittens clean, leaving her looking like she laid out during a thunderstorm.
We moved our operation from St. Bernard's to Cascade Plaza. Not too many friends showed, so we're thinking of moving our operation to Grace Park.