"Our emotions were as raw as the chicken in the fajita I was served at the restaurant."
A family's drive from Vancouver to Disneyland with two small kids is recounted by their dad, James Kwantes, in an article called (what else?) "Are We There Yet?"
In Carmel, California:
a man dressed in a shirt, tie and dress pants walked by in his bare feet, talking on a cellphone.
He hardly looked out of place.
That guy probably doesn't realize he's a Discalced Carmelite . . .
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