One slice of Americana, please
Last week, my family and I went on vacation. We packed up, headed out of suburbia and fled northward, as we do every year. Woods, lakes, fishing, kayaking, swimming and boating were our bedfellows for nine luscious, scrumptious days. We unplugged and were the better for it. There are no Starbucks. If you want a… Continue reading One slice of Americana, please