Monday, July 10, 2006
Turn around; look at what you see. . . .

In fact, they've torn up this highway every summer as far back as my memory goes. And that's a long way back.
Indiana 37: The Neverending Story. Sing to me, Limahl.
Atreyu. . . Bastien. . . The Childlike Empress. . . I know you're all here by the side of the road, somewhere. Tell Falkor I need a ride; this traffic is going nowhere fast.