We're in Maine.  It was -17 deg F this morning when we woke up (before factoring in the wind chill).  Home for the holidays.  This feels so much better than 70 deg and sand.  Scott does not share my enthusiasm.  He insists...

Sitting in the car, heading into town the other day, out of the blue Mom says to me, "You can use me as your foil... if you want to."  Having not personally visited the 1920s, it took me a minute...

Mom didn't realize it at the time, but our overnight at Harris Ranch was the last night she spent in the Chief.  It turns out.... despite not being able to shower daily and wash her hair every Tues and Fri...