There's just no way getting around the fact that I won't have time to finish my Tales from the Back of the Line before I begin traveling to my grandmother's funeral. I assure you, no need to feel that much suspense . . . after all, it's really just the story of standing in line, and you know the ending already anyway, right?
I will say that the rest of the story will involve Australia, Ree's Marlboro Man, and a buffalo named Pearl.
In the meantime, I can't believe I left this picture out of my first part of the story. It's one of my favorites from my little mini road trip:
Not sure when I'll be back at the keyboard, but I'm hoping wherever you are that the blue skies beneath give brilliance to the clouds behind you . . .
