You know, I probably wouldn’t be worried about this storm if Jesus was my friend.
It’s hard out there for an atheist.
You know, I probably wouldn’t be worried about this storm if Jesus was my friend.
It’s hard out there for an atheist.
In theory I’m driving down to Boston tomorrow. My route will look something like this: The tiny eight ball there indicates roughly where I expect to be at around 2PM local time. Why 2PM? Hold that thought. Normally I take the southern route, going through Saint John, and crossing into Maine much closer to the ocean, but for reasons that… Read more →