November 6, 1993

Carpool to the Kroger East. I had a regular rider on my weekly supermarket trips during the cooler months, my upstairs neighbor Jack, who otherwise used his motorcycle (his only functioning motor vehicle) in the better weather. However, on this day fellow art grad Shona asked if she could get a ride, and when I showed up to get her, she had a friend with her who could also use a ride. Coming back from the store, pretty much every spare space in my small car was filled with grocery bags. We didn't actually have bags hanging out the car windows, but almost.