No Fish, No Glory
Allison's mom passed away unexpectedly and we rushed down to South Carolina. We drove because Allison's wallet had been stolen days earlier and she...
Neighbor Thomas.
The day after I arrived in Wilkesboro, Thomas introduced himself as our neighbor.
And mentioned that he had mowed the lawn while my parents were in Florida.
Subway Recognition.
I was admiring the stalactites in the subway tunnel and contemplating how old they were, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
What?
Someone knows...
Napoleon is more interesting at Epcot.
Today, I went on a mission to re-assess the Napoleon at Le Panier, the self-proclaimed...
Speakeasy’s are secretly interesting.
I didn't even know what a speakeasy was until I visited Knee High Stocking Company...
Arizona, land of mesas.
When I first laid eyes on the Arizona desert, I thought I was on Mars.
Sip, no bibble.
I'm back at Bibble & Sip!
Will the real Santa Fe please stand up?
Santa Fe is a fake. A real travesty.
The Grassy Hopper of Valletta.
Say hi to Nastia and James of The Grassy Hopper!
Censored.
Early in the life of this blog, I decided I wanted to write how I honestly felt.
To be real.
I've encountered so many fakes.
Hiding behind meticulously...
