on the road again
It’s Monday morning and I’m at work. Which probably sounds normal to most people, but for me is akin to being placed on a rack and tortured with thumb screws. Not that I know what that feels like, but you … Continue reading
It’s Monday morning and I’m at work. Which probably sounds normal to most people, but for me is akin to being placed on a rack and tortured with thumb screws. Not that I know what that feels like, but you … Continue reading
Monday night, after we arrived in Sacramento, we walked under the freeway to Old Sacramento. Old Sacramento is really just a tourist trap. Sure, it has the old buildings and wooden sidewalks, but I somehow doubt the tattoo parlor is … Continue reading