Seven-hundred seventy-nine days.
Sitting nearly in the center of a large banquet hall at the Pine Barn Inn midweek, the index and middle fingers came together and slowly started to massage my temples.
Greetings from Davidson, North Carolina.
As a youngin’ in this business, someone a lot smarter than me (a long list, mind you) said that no matter what you’re writing about, there is always a people story to tell.
My wife and I traveled with friends last weekend, spending a couple of quiet days in the Finger Lakes.