I got a phone call from the goat owners quite late last night. The word finally spread far enough. They were glad to know where their goats had gone. They came early this morning to pick them up. The goat had already escaped from the chicken pen, but they were enjoying tasty treats at the bottom of our hill. The owners, who live about 1/3 of a mile away, have them back home, and are working on beefing up their fences.
(Note to those who weren't with me on Pohnpei in 1988. You are welcome to listen in, but I am writing mainly for my fellow teachers, myself, and my family. There will be some things you won't understand. Just skim those parts, if you wish.) We stayed in this lovely building. I think it used to be painted blue. The lower floor used to be Mr. Quail's house. The lower left apartment was Mr. Keith's. Remember him? The maintenance man? We stayed in his apartment. The building is still in good condition, but the cupboards and cabinets need help. The particle board has swelled after all these years, and the drawers no longer work. The building behind "Mr. Quail's place" is a cafeteria on the ground floor with girls housing up above. The boys are in the building that the nice Philippino lady, I think her name was Ramie, who taught typing lived in. And there are a couple guys in the apartment in th...
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