On a whim, we took a trip to Juarez, Mexico with relatively few arrangements beforehand. Phillip had fallen asleep against the car door, but Mom, Dad, and I were still awake and looking for a hotel. We drove through customs and turned right back around, thinking we'd try El Paso for the night. As we crossed the border back into southern Texas, the fuzzy radio station began to play Neil Diamond's "America."
(Behind-the scenes update: Most of these "alphabet series" posts are brief and unedited and a great look into why I've become who I am. A number of them feature food, somewhat unsurprisingly. Today is the SLC NaNoWriMo kickoff at The Pie Pizzeria. Here we go!)
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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I like this. This idea and these posts, I mean.
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