It seemed to take forever for dad to get packed up for our trip, but finally we were on our way. Kinda. No one had eaten breakfast so Dad decided to stop at Macdonald’s. Mom scowled at him. She’s gluten intolerant. That means she can’t eat anything with flour in it. It messes up herContinue reading “The Toskey Reports: The Great Smokey Mountains: Day 1, Part 2: Slow Food and Near Misses”
The Reluctant Firefly 