I don’t know, maybe Parks Canada employees train alongside the Disney people or something. Because these folks are happy.
One story starts: “I’m trying to get to Heywood and quite frankly I have no idea where I am.” The other, more ominously: “You don’t want my love. You don’t love me.”
Pennsylvania loves its war heroes, but only one of them had his bones boiled for transport: Mad Anthony Wayne.
I’m seeing love stories everywhere.
Old Solomo wasn’t the first Quebec fur trader to come to Wisconsin, but he made the deepest imprint.
We got more than we bargained for with our rented cottage, and a little less than we expected in the ghost town