May 2016 Wrap Up

When I was a kid, my family often drove from Boise to McCall, a lake resort town about a hundred miles away. At about midway in a journey, there was a lodge on the river where we usually stopped to stretch our legs and get a snack. In the restaurant was a sign near the old cash register that read, “The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.” I often think of that silly slogan. Silly but oh so true.

vjom / Dollar Photo Club Books Read:

I finished reading five books in the month of May, all of them...