Category: Travel
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Typos. Ugh. (Detour #6)
Why didn’t somebody tell me? Arrgh. I just found a typo in one of my previous posts, one of those sound-alike words that makes sense to spell check but is nothing but wrong to the human eye. I feel like my post was all dressed up to go out in public and nobody told me…
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Little Red Convertible, I Hardly Knew Ye (Detour #5)
I’m in mourning. Our MR2 Spyder is not even sold yet and already I’m missing the wind slipping over its windshield, its gearshift pressing against my hand. The car fit like a well-worn pair of jeans, not the mommy kind but the $100 low-rise jeans my daughter made me buy, and even its poorly repaired…
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So That Happened (Detour #4)
This detour goes from my stash of books to the Canadian Rockies to the down deep goodness of the human heart. And Harpo Marx is in it. And a 91-year-old woman. It looks a bit like this: Let’s blame this detour on the feds. They needed my taxes, so I needed my business receipts, and…
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