The Famous Author once again hijacked me on a field trip, this one to the frozen north of Connecticut. And once again to a retreat that hates smokers, drinkers, snackers, sassy characters, and anyone who would dare flaunt a rule. Of course, we fit right in.
Last night TFA came in from the tundra after a smoke, ice cycles dripping from his beard. "You finally look like a viking," I told him.