They got breakfast at this place tomorrow? We can go out for breakfast if you want.
It's Cupcake, Dad. They have CUPCAKES....
They have lots of different flavors, huh? Maybe some blueberry muffins?
CUPCAKES, Dad. They are making a special CINNAMON SUGAR CUPCAKE just for my BOOK SIGNING. You know, like Emmaline has in my book?
Sometime today (maybe by the time you read this post), I'll walk up to milepost 444 on the Natchez Trace and end my 444-mile trek from Natchez, Mississippi. I don't know how I'm going to feel, but I'm sure I'll be crying.
Meriwether Lewis was far more human than the comic-book history hero depicted in the grade school textbooks.
Imagine his emotion having led his crew of 30-some tough men to drag and row their crafts upstream for over a thousand miles, only to be faced not with the gentle crest of a continental divide, but the vertical wall of the Rocky Mountains.
I adore Andra. Two days before she left for this 444-mile walk we had a surprise celebration for her at The Belmont in Charleston, the first time I had successfully surprised her since the day 10 years before when I made my proposal to her that she be my wife for life. These ten years have been my best years, so far.
How could I possibly let her wander of into the dangers of the Natchez Trace? Throughout history, the Trace has been a haunt of notorious highwaymen, robbers and murderers.
Maybe everything can be reduced to voodoo. I used to think love was something I could only achieve by poking things.