Mel is writing this at an RV campground overlooking Montana’s Hebgen Lake, which sounds like it should be an anagram for something, but it isn’t. It’s just a funny name. She is gazing at an inflatable Pegasus, a floatie quickly abandoned by some poor soul who thought that it was reasonable to swim in what…
Yes, Mel knows you haven’t heard from her in a while. The Burnetts have been hibernating. They are not dead. Or normal. You see, after 2 years of blissfully not needing more than a light jacket in December, Mel was forced to open the “Outerwear” box. Like Pandora, Mel released dark forces into the world. …
Greetings, stubborn hangers-on! Mel is talking to you, the poor souls missing our tales of supreme relaxation, failed attempts at being outdoorsy, and high adventures at sea. Uh-oh. This means Mel is talking to herself again. You see, “A family of nerds gets used to living in Omaha,” and “A burned-out neurologist goes back to…
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