To keep me distracted from the loss of Edison, Rocco suggested we try to find the local potter one more time. We’d found a flyer at one of the other shops and now had a much more detailed map. Sitting at an intersection, I noticed a large sign and started…
Poconos (Part Four)
"Seriously, part four?" I hear you screaming. "It's the frickin' Poconos already. How much more can there be?" Yeah, yeah, yeah. The correct answer is one more post after Part Four. After our doily laden lunch, we trounced back into the rain to explore more of the moist mountain terrain. …
Oktoberbest
I'm in love with a sailor. He's got an adorable heart tattooed on his bicep. I know this because he never, ever wears a shirt. The curl of his upper lip is only surpassed by the twist of his narrow mustache. I swoon as I relish the rakish tilt of…