Archives: July 2012

New York Mormon

So, I’m buying a car and the salesman asks where I lived before Oregon. I told him New York and he asked if I was a Yankee’s fan. I, of course, told him that I was a Red Sox fan. He gave me a strange look and said, “That’s like being from Utah and not being a Mormon.”


Fresh Air

If the car is parked in the sun for a bit and it gets a little warm inside, Harper urgently tells us to turn on the air conditioner by saying, “Turn on the fresh air.” I’ve always liked the cooler and wetter climate of the Pacific Northwest, and, apparently Harper is a fan as well. On a recent trip to Utah, we walked outside and Harper started moaning, “Turn on the fresh air.”

I’m assuming she meant getting into a car, then turning on the air conditioner.

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