Or maybe you don't dream that big... maybe for you it's sitting in your assigned middle airplane seat and watching screaming babies and many a "well-fed" passenger pass you by, and OH SNAP ... you find yourself by your lonesome, with your WHOLE ROW TO YOURSELF.
It's that feeling. When you just know someone's keeping score and noted: you've been living life right.
Well, I had that feeling the other day. We were sent out to a special town about an hour north for a story, and I had to pinch myself after seeing this.
How did the powers that be know I was in the market for this very model?
I've been scouring craigslist for months, but oddly enough, not a lot of selection.
I've put in a bid, and hope that I can get it home ASAP. I have land that needs tending to.
All three anemic inches of it.
For those of you who don't know, a monkey with no arms and legs could grow a garden here. I am a disgrace to Portland living. There's this whole "eat local" vibe here. More on that later... but needless to say, short of a "fish and loaves" miracle here, I won't be feasting on that basil plant. Pretty sure it has bugs.
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