There finally arrives the point where you are looking for someone – anyone at, really – to kill. All right, perhaps just seriously maim.

No matter how long you tell yourself you can stick it out, the Dark Heart of america finally gets to you, and, after a series a fitful nights, bad delivery food, terrible grocery stores, folks you practically have to bribe to come work on a house, crappy newspapers and bad Internet service, you come to the realization that the New York City of the Ozarks is calling you home.

Oh, we’ll have to come back in a couple of weeks for the estate sale, but nothing like this marathon session ever again.

Fayetteville, here we come!


Quote of the Day

It is easier to be wise for others than for ourselves. – Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn