Cracker Barrel east of St. Louis. Full dish of cocktail sauce in baby’s fist. All over my jeans! Not my favorite perfume. Now at McDonald’s Play Place for some exercise. Is this what they mean when they talk about seeing America?
Next up: the Arch. (Singular and not golden.)
WikiMapia, or Yet Another Way to Spend Half Your Morning on the Computer
Goodbye, Almost Heaven–Hello, West Virginia
Look, No Exclamation Points
Pacific Time Is Just So Strange
Because Moving Five Kids Across the Country Isn’t Excitement Enough