Click your heels together three times and say…
“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
Another big snow storm is headed in tonight, so as soon as the car was fixed, we scooted out of the city without seeing Christo’s gates. For years I’ve had a Christoesque idea (but much smaller in scale) involving kites and water. Out were we live there’s just the right sort of place to do it. Maybe when the weather warms up a bit.
-T.C.
