Holy shit, can my wife fry a fish.
Someday, when I'm lying powerless in the aftermath of the inescapable and final stupid action that is my ultimate undoing, I fully expect that as my life flashes before my eyes one of its singular pleasures - and exquisitely regrettable in that it is never again to be - will be that of a meal including cold beer and my wife's fried, salted trout.
Virginia Hats
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Last week the weather was mild. It’s almost always mild here in San Diego.
We were walking to the beach: Pacific Beach. We were headed to the spot on
the s...
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