Day 349: Ol’ Greybeard

Tuesday brought much milling about and squirreling away. Pigeon Forge is lined with places you never want to go into but that you always end up buying shit at. Why? …

Day 348: The Smokies

Pigeon Forge is so bizarre. There’s these big, big rolling hills in the distance, but to get there, you’ve got to crawl past mounds of kitsch draped in rope lights …

Day 347: Cozy

This lovely setting is not, I repeat NOT inside our cabin in Gatlinburg. It is, however, in the lobby, where we had to go to get online (for a nominal …

The day will come, the sun will rise, and we’ll be fine

The last bit of my time in the mountains was considerably better than the first bit. Wednesday, my dad and grandmother and I headed eastward in my car (which was …

Day two

This Christmas, surprise the one you love with this beautiful “Humping Bear” figurine. Today was quite a bit better than yesterday. Because it had to be, I guess. We got …

The mad house

It’s 2 a.m. in Gatlinburg. I’m out on the deck of our cabin, hoodie engaged, enjoying the ha-ha-not-free wireless we paid $12 for. The world’s tiniest creek is babbling several …