Adventures in Groceryland
I know which cashier is the fastest, which one is the nicest, and which one packs my reusable grocery bags like her own personal Tetris championship.
I know which cashier is the fastest, which one is the nicest, and which one packs my reusable grocery bags like her own personal Tetris championship.
The timeline suggests Potterville is overdue for another disaster. The Potterville Curse is alive and well.
And so here I am, standing still in the eye of a hurricane, the confluence of these memories, documents, and moments of déjà vu swirling every which way.
On Thursday, February 16, production came to a grinding halt at the greenhouse because most of my coworkers took a personal day for the nationwide protest, “A Day Without Immigrants.”
Étienne Brûlé sat down for his quarterly review in a loincloth and moccasins, chuckling to himself in Algonquin about the foolishness of imperialism.
Spend the next four years, and hopefully not eight, dear God hopefully not eight, fighting for those wild and important places.
Come this new year, let’s not see how low we can go.
The New Year doesn’t really feel any different. Like birthdays after twenty-one.
The road to the Two Hearted River is not an easy one.
It’s a typically bustling city now silent and eerie, “Jingle Bell Rock” echoing forlornly down the avenues.