In sixty days, I’ll be back in my home & native land (“arrhomeanatiflaaaaand” -robyn singing O Canada, c. 1986) and there is a lot of stuff this stuffmaker is gonna miss about my adopted home in upstate (or western, depending on your audience) NY.
Number one, in no particular order:
The news from Lake Wobegon with second pot of coffee, staring at my computer screen and watching peripheral Oxford street from my second story window.
Will try to keep the countdown rolling. We’ll see.