"I’d sit cross-legged in the box, filtering the sand over and over again through an old spaghetti strainer, getting rid of the sticks and leaves that had fallen, until it was almost as fine as right after he poured the sand from the bag. That was perfect sand."
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
I corrupted some coworkers today when I told them about what happens when you google "Santorum." Try it, but don't say I didn't warn you.