Traveling
Typing that title, I remember standing at the blackboard (in the dark ages, before white boards were replaced by smart boards) and arguing with the teacher that traveling had 2 L's, not one. I was fairly adamant about it, as was she. Richard Levine opened the dictionary and told us that we were both correct as I watched the teacher shake her head and erase my extraneous (in her eyes, at least) L. She was the teacher, she was in charge, what did we know, anyway? Fifth grade was a hard year. Travel(l)ing with a leg and a half is hard, too. Brother and 2 of the 3 women in his life took me to the National Zoo on Friday morning. It was 60 and sunny in DC; the rain clouds were gone by the time we met up at my hotel and it was a glorious day for a walk. By the time we got to the end of the hotel's approach road (it was much too long to be called a driveway) I was exhausted. We piled into a taxi to save my hip for the hippos. $10 to...