Here’s “Swedish Medical Center”. The name comes from being expanded in the 1920s with funds from Swedish Women of Chicago. But we didn’t go there, but to this pharmacy! Here you see Nate talking on
Here’s “Swedish Medical Center”. The name comes from being expanded in the 1920s with funds from Swedish Women of Chicago.
But we didn’t go there, but to this pharmacy! Here you see Nate talking on the phone with the people on the inside. Because of Corona, you couldn’t go inside.
And here’s the deal! Right after opening the window, the lady sprayed the air outside with some drug. Nate is buying a medicine used by native Americans in order to cure their bad lungs. It’s supposed to help against a Corona infection.
Our lungs are all good, but we tried it anyway! I don’t know.
Then we played this print-and-play game from a friend of Nate. The guy is an illustrator and has drawn all the cards himself. Lovely pictures!
Here is what looks like in the home of a small game designer. Printed paper everywhere. Lots of cutting everyday.
Boxes, boxes … Here we have packs of Cave Evil cards.
And here’s some art from Wendy, the girlfriend!
Many beautiful paintings. Some I only have in my old phone, so I’ll update these pages later with some paintings.
It was time to leave today :/ Nate’s dad is 80, and I’d rather avoid old people during the crisis, in case I’d get the virus myself.
Greyhound bus station. It felt like half the passengers were on some kind of opiates. In the rest of the Americas, passengers come from all classes. In the USA, bus rides are a typically underclass thing. Weird, since there is no more environmentally OK way to go from Denver to Dallas!
The guy on the left keep on talking to himself the whole way. Apparently he loves playing Black Jack. The guy in the middle helped himself with both alcohol and hashish.
The biggest man I’ve ever seen. And I have seen Konishiki play some Hawaiian instrument at Korakuen in Tokyo.
Anyway, here is me and my two roll paper rolls! They will create good luck for me in Dallas.