Look up Washington sometime. It's the most common town name in the country, and never mind the state and counties.
on one lane roads.
I've a brother in Ottawa and, at the time (1996), another brother in St Louis, Missouri. The year before we married, we had time and energy, combined with a very modest budget, bought a car for 500 dollars and took off with no destination in mind, other than ending up back in Toronto in time for the flight home. My rough calculation was about 10,000 miles in the two months on the road. When I closed my eyes, all I saw was asphalt rolling down.Not being a USAian, I tried to work out (on google maps) how long that would take ... but the map stubbornly refused to tell me which St Louis you mean.It shifted between St Louis (Missouri), St Louis (Michigan), and -- amusingly -- St Louis Park (Minnesota), St. Louis Lambert International Airport (also Missouri), and Saint-Louis-de-Blandford (Quebec).
Now ... I may only be a "darn'd old furriner" (), but even I know that if you start in Missouri or Michigan ... much less Quebec ... it's a heck of a commute to get to Colorado or Vegas, much less San Fran. That's on the other side of the country.
Then I asked google maps for St Louis, California ... and that made a tiny bit more sense.Still, if you started in CA ... why would you go to Colorado and Vegas, then double back to San Fran, and then go back to Oregon? *shrug*
But if you start from St Louis, Missouri (the famous one) ... that'd mean crossing almost the entire continent to San Fran, and then going all the way back across the continent to Toronto.
I'm confused. America has too many St Louises and Saint Louises and San Luises ...![]()
Are these supervised visits?Ah, the sacred Ritual of Scrabble. Clears the mind and bolsters the will.
Very good progress made on first draft, so I am allowed to make short visits here before editing.
Does that make me an asshole?
They probably should've been, but it no longer matters:Are these supervised visits?
Heh. One of my kitchen lines went down last week. All electrical failed. Smelling the aftermath, I knew before I opened the access panel that a rat had gotten to it and french-fried itself. It was the size of a small cat. Lucky it didn't start a fire.Not at all! That problem is comparable to mice chewing the dishwasher drain hose. What a nuisance!