Ed and Candy had always prided themselves on having a nice, lush, green yard, and spared no expense to keep it that way. They were beginning to wonder, though, if perhaps they had over fertilized just a little bit this year. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Conrad and his girlfriend, Sue, had both been working lots of overtime, and while it made for good paychecks, there seemed to be no time for fun. Finally they had a morning off to drive to the beach, but something told them they wouldn’t need sunscreen today. . . . . David, Sf.G.
When the cheery voice on his GPS told Nick to turn left at the bridge, his suspicions were confirmed; his unit was getting bad data. . . . . David, Sf.G.
While vacationing in Costa Rica and on the way to Poas, the volcano, Liz pointed out the coffee farms (fincas) to her daughter, eight year old Holly, and told her that’s where coffee comes from. Looking perplexed, Holly asked, “It doesn’t come from Starbucks?” . . . . David, Sf.G.
As Dorothy looked at the landscape through the fog and heard the plaintive chirrupping of the Sandhill Cranes. she thought it looked like a Monet landscape. The Princess Buttercup, her large standard poodle, had no comment. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Marina had always dreamed of a luxurious honeymoon in some foreign capital, maybe Rome or Copenhagen, but when she met Ben and agreed to marry, he somehow convinced her to do a backpacking honeymoon in the North Cascade mountains in Western Washington. While not a five star hotel, as she opened the rain flap on the mountain tent, she had to agree it was a room with a view. . . . . David, Sf.G.