| | Traverse City has a little 10-story hotel with a couple of balconies off the penthouse ballrooms. I suggested to my wife that we throw a cadaver over, but she didn't get it. She, did, however, say that if I was serious about going out, we could go to a movie.
There have been times when my life was like something out of an Ayn Rand novel, but right now is not one of those times.
|
|
