Maybe that was all he wanted at first--one night of blood-soaked earth for one really great chuckle, but one thing was, without a doubt, not a “maybe”: whatever his intentions for any day after that first day, that first laugh, someone was going to have to stop him. After all, it was just too good a joke to stop telling.
Outside of our front door we’ve seen white sand and we’ve seen forests. We’ve seen wildflowers, deserts and mountains. Heat waves and blizzards and rain, all within the same week. Inside, it’s always home.