On the road once more, but first, this is a charcoal drawing that some artist sketched up of me once upon a long while ago.
I wish I could find this L.F. Johnson online, and find out how life treated them. I wonder if it was someone my mom knew or if it was a street or a studio thing. One day I’ll ask.
The president’s syntax is catching on bigly in Nashville, Tennessee:
Allie is unimpressed:
And that concludes just one half of the holiday travel experience!
