his summer is the first time in my life I’ve spent a significant period of time outside of the Midwest. Yep, I’m a born and raised pure-blooded corn-husking Nebraskan. While (contrary to popular coastal belief and Hollywood stereotypes) we aren’t just discovering typewriters, eight-tracks, and Model T’s, life does move at a slower pace. Moving to Maryland was quite the adjustment. And that was before the snowball started to roll.

 

The first thing to go was the headlight switch in my pickup truck. What’s worse than being lost in a big city in the middle of the night? Being lost in a big city in the middle of the night with no headlights, of course.