Remember in 2nd grade, when the kid that smelled like pee threw up his Fruit Loops and the janitor would cover it up with sawdust so you couldn't see or smell it?
If my son hung-out at jamborees accessorized a sash with brightly colored patches and knew how to secure a neckerchief with a friendship knot, I’d be PROUD too.
This weekend, I explored regions unbeknownst to many. I have seen and touched horrific things. And outside of Wyoming and maybe Alabama, I think I may have broken a law…