I stood across the park. Spires loomed along the tree line. Stone erections rising from a skeleton, decorated with cranes. I always hated the Sagrada Familia. Every photograph I saw was vomit from the mind of a mad man. Last time I was in Barcelona, I refused to go. WhyContinue Reading
MTM is from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He grew up eating things like frozen custard and cheese curds and Friday Fish Fry. He is a hot, slender man in spite of that early diet.
On the other hand, I have never lived north of the Mason-Dixon line. While I love to get out of The South, I would probably spontaneously combust if I tried to live anywhere else on earth. My Southern genes would likely attack themselves trying to recreate the hot, humid Hell I’ve always lived in.Continue Reading
I didn’t give up on a new pair of comfort shoes. I caressed every pair in the Camper store, wondering how my chiropractor would score them.
And, if I didn’t have the image of his approving/disapproving face in my head, I still had the pain in my right foot.Continue Reading