After two days on the road we made it to our destination – a land where the temperature is seasonally approriate and there are no signs of grass or leaves.
It is good to be at (my old) home.
After two days on the road we made it to our destination – a land where the temperature is seasonally approriate and there are no signs of grass or leaves.
It is good to be at (my old) home.
The time has come for us to revamp the automotive fleet. Changing priorities (and, I’ll be honest, desires) have us looking to turn over 75% of the cars in the driveway. My Subaru is up for grabs, Declan is on Craigslist now and the wife’s Ford will go eventually, as well.
Every semester, I find a way to torture myself. Not in some metaphysical, psychological way (that I do daily), but in some truly pain inducing, sleep depriving holistic way. Saturday was this semester’s attempt.
I succeeded.
Okay, if you don’t know me, you might think Declan is the family pet. Or a newborn. But he’s not … he’s better.
Athens has what I suspect is the highest percentage of early-80s cars on 22 inch wheels of any city on the East Coast. And, while I’m entertained by the 10 inches of ground clearance on the average Buick Regal here, I don’t much like the idea for me.