Me and June, the hostess
The last day in Palm Springs was spent driving around the old part of town looking for kitsch. It’s there, I’m sure, just hidden behind the new boring fancy developments.
We decided to eat at IHOP since we have none here in the Greater Cincinnati area anymore. I used to love sampling every syrup, pouring just enough on the pancakes for a bite or two, then trying another.
Our hostess June with the fantastic Liz Claiborne frames, neck kerchief and leather vest was the best part of our brief tour. We traded e-mails and I hope we become fast friends, or slow ones. It’s all good.
Later in the airport Tom stole my camera and took selfies. Here’s one:
