Sometime last week between the 4th of July and the weekend my jetlag morphed from exhaustion and body aches into one of those unhinged anxiety headaches caused by my inability to fall into a routine. America’s Birthday was well spent. I drank box wine with my wife’s extended family, swam in a mossy lake, and watched desert people light up the sky with fireworks. The mood felt subdued, the patriotism not as reverent as in the past, but my daughter enjoyed watching fireworks, and honestly that’s all that matters.
I hear you on deserts. I have never spent much time in one, only driving through southern California en route from L.A. to Las Vegas, but it was a fascinating landscape. Jesus Christ Himself spent time fasting and praying in the desert, as did countless other monks and saints. Truly fascinating places.
Do they factor into Stranger Things at all? I haven't watched that show.
I hear you on deserts. I have never spent much time in one, only driving through southern California en route from L.A. to Las Vegas, but it was a fascinating landscape. Jesus Christ Himself spent time fasting and praying in the desert, as did countless other monks and saints. Truly fascinating places.
Do they factor into Stranger Things at all? I haven't watched that show.