I generally don’t do much for Valentine’s Day, so don’t have a ton of Valentine’s Day memories, good or bad, like you would with Christmas, Thanksgiving, or Halloween. To the chagrin of my mother, I’m perennially single, and so typically don’t really have the need to really even celebrate. I also have a healthy dose
Every new year I make a list of things I’d like to accomplish for the new years (obviously these are all travel/leisure/blogging based-even though I am striving to eat more fruits and vegetables and vowing to curtail buying rounds of drinks for semi-acquaintances you won’t be reading about them here). Every year before posting these
So, it’s been a while. Hopefully, I’ll be writing another post soon establishing the reasons for my absence, the changes I’ll be making to this blog and some huge changes I’ll be making to my life, that adversely, will affect this blog to some degree. But for the moment, moving on to good old Wheeling, West Virginia.
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande I’m a sucker for any locale that’s mentioned in a song, movie or television show that I’m familiar