On Saturday, I promised that some mishap or other would transpire from floating down a black water river in a tire tube. Amazingly, nothing happened, other than we had tons of fun. It was a postcard day for floating down the Edisto. Me being me, though, I’m bound to findContinue Reading

Why are the English so bloody, freaking nice? The thing, I think, that I will miss most about being immersed in England is the sing-song “thank you!” they attribute to almost every single minor event; the blissful “good mornings!” I received from my hosts, all of them; and the genuineContinue Reading