You can’t get up quietly in a house like this. The floors creak and the old iron door hinges yip like Hitchcock violins.
Visited the liquor aisles of the Midwestern supermarkets, the best liquor aisles in the world. They go on for about 300 yards.
Never undervalue the high-pitched squeals of a very happy mother.
We stopped by Mt. Rushmore for a peek. Gotta say, Jefferson’s nose looks a little big.
We are seeing these wide-open spaces of the American West, appreciating the majesty of the landscape, “a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture."
The Tetons were great. As I told Smartacus, they don’t call them Grand for nothing. These weren’t just any old Tetons, I can assure you that.
We’re hitting the road now because daily routine has reached our bones, and we’re feeling cranky and isolated.
Always fancied driving a nice van like that. If Amazon Prime ever starts delivering jokes, I’m their man.
Disrespect solves nothing. It’s why the shortstop punches the second baseman, why schnauzers snap at collies.
My son Smartacus and I still haven't figured out “what now?” After "The Wedding," a long summer awaits. Blueberry pie, anyone?