Yo, Adriana! (Slick Flag Report)
Couldn't find my copy of Catcher in the Rye at home, but it appears to be available at Norlin.
Speaking of J.D. Salinger, I almost forgot one of my favorite book openings by another New Hampshire writer:
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my motherâ€™s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God...
John Irving – A Prayer for Owen Meany
Yay, Adriana passed her Masters comps!! Congrats. It's time for some New Belgium beer.
Dave and I hit flag today, and I'd have to say conditions were borderline. The Dave Dicey-ness Scale (last calibrated in 1998 over at NIST) was pegged in the red.
Still, we made it home safely, and in truth, most of the road was bone-dry. It's just that the shady spots were still pure ice.
iSean's Colorado Daily photo reminded Dave of something he couldn't articulate...until now. Behold iDog!!
Let the alterations to this photo continue!