We crashed a wedding in Arcadia, Missouri last weekend for little reason than that mom would be there and that it would be good to get away.
My dad’s cannon.
I spoke to Wiser this afternoon. He’s as giddy as a Republican in wartime to be coming to Iowa for the caucus.
If you’re near Chicago on Friday, December 28, join us for dinner at Star of Siam!
After work yesterday I was walking from Gilbert Street toward a parking lot when I heard a crash and looked up to see a man wrapped around the hood of a car.
Tonight I’m taking a class on meditation. “It’s taught by a monk.“http://www.meditateiniowacity.org/index.htm
It was late afternoon and very hot by the time we made it to Ames to take in the spectacle of the Iowa Straw Poll.
Last night we suffered City Park’s mosquitoes for what soon became the worst fireworks show either of us had ever seen.
Walt Whitman, January 4, 1863.
Varmint took down the bird feeder last night.
Applebee’s isn’t one of our favoritest places, but it’s a better respite from driving than a gas-station Subway.
As of 8:37 this evening, it’s been a year.
My cousin’s visit to Iowa was probably anticlimactic.
Happy Christmas to you all!
A halfhearted trip report.
I will be entertaining this weekend and therefore out of pocket.
Proxy birth announcement.
At least we’ll get our deposit back.
