The summer of 2011, my dad planned a trip to show me the Teton Mountain Range and Yellowstone, the first National Park in the world, created in 1872. We were scheduled to leave June 16th; the idea was to beat most of the other tourists. However, weird weather wreaked havoc on our plans both before we left New Hampshire and once we arrived out West. Who would have thought a strong wind burst would blow through Plymouth in June, snapping trees and causing a power outage resulting in school being cancelled for a day.
San Antonio, with its historic Alamo and old Spanish missions, is the premiere tourist destination in Texas. But in 1992, city visionaries wanted to ensure that residents, especially school-aged children, had access to world renowned solo artists and arts groups.
Pie. Raspberry Pie. Cooling just next to the oven on a wire rack. The sweet, tart fragrance fills the kitchen, making my mouth water. It’s my Grammy’s pie. She always makes it for my mom’s birthday. Her log cabin up in the colds of Canada is one of my favorite places in the world, and the smell of raspberry pie can instantly bring me back there. But I’m not there now. I’m standing outside a bakery somewhere far from her log cabin, an insane grin plastered over my face at the smell of raspberry pie.
Florida Culture for the Week of February 4 by Josh Garrick
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