I am not an outdoor person and I freely admit it. Don't give me a home where the buffalo roam. Not in the mountains, on the prairies, or the ocean white with foam. I don't camp. I don't hike. I don't do well with creepy-crawlies. The woods are suspect. (Women being attacked and killed on… Continue reading I wanted to be there, reading a book in that hotel lobby.
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