Okay, the truth is, I was really psyched about the gargoyle tour at the Washington National Cathedral because I thought you would get to climb all over stuff and go up in balconies and see all these things other people (that aren’t paying $10) don’t get to see. Well… no, it’s not really like that. The tour consists of a very knowledgeable volunteer docent showing a bunch of photos of the gargoyles and then a circumnavigation of the cathedral, straining your neck the whole time.
Soren is my car. But he’s not just any car. He is the only car I have ever owned, the car my parents and uncle bought me when I was only 16. For me, Soren is the epitome of carness – he is what cars should be. I drive him like a bus driver and I know exactly where his edges are. There is no other place on earth that I have been with longer (I typed that not being sure that it’s true – but yes, it is! I lived in my first house for 9 years, the next one for another 9 and have been moving every few years since then.) I have driven Soren for 11 years now.
That pretty much sums it up. I love seeing my name on things, particularly my new and old last names, because they’re more rare. Go Wilkie!
