Mrs TWC's off carpetbagging in Carson City for a couple of days, arguing, er, debating school choice. You know how it is, everybody's pro-choice except when it comes to education. Then it's their choice, not yours, and boy howdy, they DO know what is best for Johnny.
Carson City is still small-town Americana where most people at least know of each other and Mrs TWC gets treated pretty well when she's in town.
I know her Hopper Plane (her term, not mine) got off okay because I got a text message.....
On Plane. Please change over laundry. Love. Lisa.
Back in some other life, traveling north on Highway 395 outside of Carson City, TWC liked to froze to death, I ain't kidding you, neither. Wasn't even snowing, but every last trace of warmth had fled a deathly still and cloudless night sky. Sure, the car heater worked, it's just that by the time the engine coolant circulated to the heater core, it was twenty degrees. Found my way into the Carson Nugget about zero-dark-thirty AM and called out for hot coffee with a side of steak and eggs. Never been happier to be anywhere in my born days. We So Cal boys can't take anything vaguely resembling winter.
uncirculated Morgan silver dollar minted at the Carson City Mint