"In a trailer in Wasilla, Alaska there lived a Bradimus. Not a nasty, dirty, wet trailer, filled with the ancient carpets and a musty smell, nor yet a dry, bare, warm trailer with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a Bradimus trailer, and that means comfort."
I am off today not only to see if that trailer still exists (It was rather old when I inhabited it) but to see friends and enjoy the wilds and semi-wilds of Alaska once more. Just over a week there and it will not be enough, but that’s another tale….
libris:
Fantastic! Have fun!
rare:
Good luck!!
