It’s Frank’s final week of Grad School Hell. Four more days, folks, four more days, then it’s ‘free at last, free at last …’ But I should let him speak for himself. Er, maybe next week.
Me? I’ve been in a hell of my own … Hell, AKA Oklahoma. Good lord, there’s a lotta porn palaces and Jesus bilboards in Missouri (or as I refer to it, Misery).
It was a good trip, but there’s really no place like home.
(By the way, I knew I was back in Michigan when I entered a gas station in Coldwater and was almost knocked off my pins by some woman who pushed the door into my face, then gave me a dirty look and didn’t apologize. Yup! Back with the warm, wonderful people of Michigan!)
