1.69 Marshmallows Mountains

You should have seen the general store/diner/butcher/post office owner’s face when I asked for fifty bucks worth of their homemade marshmallows at seven a.m.  Sarah’s order filled an entire box.  Their marshmallows are sold by the pound and it turns out fluff & stuff…

Radio Isn’t Dead

Maybe I should invest in satellite radio in the Princess? I’d still get reception in the mountains right? That way I could monitor the radio waves no matter where I drove… (photo credit here, the words are mine)

1.49 My Flawless Plan

While Rye does not contain a single drive-thru Asian joint (which is a travesty), it does include an Italian one. So instead of eggrolls, I am eating spaghetti for dinner. While both countries of culinary origin reside in the same hemisphere – spaghetti does…

Tuning That Dial!

One of the KARB’s vintage ads!

1.48 Wrinkles

Day six of my fourteen hour fortnight. FLYT held a general meeting last Friday which I missed due to the Fall Foliage Tour. It turns out one of the drivers came in sick with – swine, C, Spanish, bird, #10 – some variety of…