Today was another very good mail day. Whenever there is a package too big to fit into the mailbox or one needing a signature, the mailman backs his truck into the drive and honks. Usually twice. In a house with 4 dogs in it, this is tantamount to declaring war. You do not truly understand …
you get snow. Lots of it. This morning I awoke to an odd scraping sound from outside the window of my friend Joel’s flat (God, I sound more English when I write than when I speak [oh and Darren, not one person {and most everybody I’ve been around this trip has known me since I …
