The ice brought down several boughs of our pine tree and our line with them. Improvised a danger sign for school children tempted to explore the damage. Despite the stretched line, we have electricity.
Forget your GPS latitudinals, just meet me at Wallace and Ranck. See the township note on Ranck? Where else? Into fonts? Try this one for asparagus. The mailman hums "As I Write This Letter," I bet, as he drives up to the triplets. All this ten miles southeast of Monterey.