No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
Friday, July 3, 2015
Off to Motown
6 am sunrise over the clouds off to visit Motown, Deetroit, the Motor City for the 4th. Given we were up at 2 to be able to catch the plane. This is going to be a long day.