Born to be mild.
North America
Space is the place.
Pekin Noodle Parlor. Butte Montana. Who knows?
“Goodbye reality, hello Vegas.”
Mal à la tête? Only if you’re clumsy.
Do you want to ride The Big Apple? You know you do.
I’ve $uffered for my art. Now it’s your turn.
Your hotel in the Hudson. Certainly exclusive. Certainly uncertain.
Step into the real NYC. The Bronx.
“We say the cows laid out Boston. Well, there are worse surveyors.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Yukon’s capital is a small city with a big backyard.
Lavish pink accents, Gold Rush Steak House, all in one place. Say hello to the Madonna Inn.
. . . . West is West is the best.
Spend ten minutes of one of these sleek glass-fibre swans. Return a changed person. Boating is the life, and now it’s green.
When you are already in Detroit, you don’t have to take a bus to get there.
“You idiot. It’s not the police. It’s him.”
It’s all downhill from there.
“Roundabouts are the sworn enemies of my GPS.” (Reddit.)
Ghost towns: visit once more they give up their final gasp. Going once, going twice.
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