October 7, 2006 @ 12:51 pm | Filed under: The Cross-Country Move
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.)
Ain’t It Good to Be Back Home Again
Moving is Like Childbirth, and I Have a Book to Prove It
Oh Give Me a Home Where My Phone Doesn’t Roam
Together at Last, Together Forever
Goodbye, Almost Heaven–Hello, West Virginia