In advance of my Westward trip next week I've decided to begin dabbling in blogging yet again.
Just a few days from now I'll be on a rattler headed West. Through the Great Plains
and Glacier National Park, up the Rockies and down to the Puget Sound
where the Emerald City of America lays upon the leafy grass below a
watchful Mt. Rainier.
I have two missions before I head back to
the Middle West on a flying chair in the sky (xanax in hand). Mission
One - find the lone Republican in the municipality that is Seattle.
Mission Two - observe the nuptials of two of the finest people ever to
hail from Stoughton, Wisconsin.