Scott, “How does that look?”  Me, “Terrible.”  He pulled forward a bit and then backed up into exactly the same spot.  Him, “How about now?”  Me, “Still terrible.”  He tried again and ended up in the same place.  “How about...

These last few months have been hurtful to the old pocketbook.  We stayed well outside of the valley to facilitate Scott's interview.  We moved as far as we could east and south to a place that was recently flooded by all...

We were grooving to some sweet John Denver this morning at breakfast (after Scott tried to start with Metallica - no, pass, veto'ed).  We're enjoying the woods of West Virginia.  We're in Coopers Rock State Park outside of Morgantown.  Scott...