Maybe that was all he wanted, at first—a laugh. One night of blood-soaked earth for one really great chuckle. One thing was, without a doubt, not a “maybe”: after that first day, that first great laugh, someone was going to have to stop him. 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.