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.)
Standing on a Corner Down in Winslow Arizona
Home Sweet Home
Today in Brief
So Much to Write About
Oh Give Me a Home Where My Phone Doesn’t Roam