“Man, how does that guy even get mail? They must have to airdrop it.”
Continuing on the keeping-it-real theme, we’re not staying in a big-chain motel operated by some faceless corporate whosit. This trip marks our first foray into the world of Airbnb.
Brian knows a lot about the Maritimes, Nova Scotia, and the Amherst area in particular. If you said Amherst was in his blood, you’d be correct
The fuel arm was as low as it could possibly go, lower than I’d ever seen it. Low enough it’d need therapy to recover.
There are two words that haven’t been spoken in our home for about three years. Two words that at once evoke feelings of exasperation, aggravation and affection.
And there we walked, through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered: poison ivy, mosquitoes and the sort of scenery that can stop your heart with its pretty.