We've been back from vacation for a few days now, and it's taken us that long to re-tox back into city living. When you spend your days by the lake and your nights by the campfire, huddling for warmth and gazing up at the wide-open sky, returning to the swelterous urban canyons is a real drag. Especially since I can’t write when I’m grumpy. Or sticky. Or both.
We were gone for a week, but the languid pace and quirky locals made it feel like a month. We stopped to eat at a roadside restaurant, for example, and each table had a little plastic sign urging us to "try our special, home-brewed espresso!" When I ordered one, the waitress said, “You want that in a cup or something?”
It is clear that Garrison Keillor does not make his stuff up.
More as mood dictates.
