This is a pine cone sitting cockeyed on a dock.
It is a big pine cone, too. As a matter of fact, we determined that it was the biggest one we could find – and trust me, there were plenty.
So, why do I have a picture of an abnormally large pine cone sitting cockeyed on a dock? Could I not find any better photographs to tell you a story about my first summertime trip to Tahoe? A week chocked full of memories with old and new friends and the laughter of children in one of the most special places on Earth. Read the rest of this entry »
She was a fresh, new and nicely appointed Volvo with less than 300 miles. Oh, and supple white leather seats.
I get to call her a she because estrogen wreaks havoc on my life and I am the author of this story.
It happened while on the road. Specifically on the road to Copenhagen. I don’t speak a lick of Swedish, even less Danish, but I am pretty damn sure of it. I did some checking and my best friend who traveled the road with me is most certain of it. Read the rest of this entry »