Oh, all right.
I can hear the cries of dismay from the (my) electorate.
So here I am visiting the Grand Canyon of my adopted home state, the state I have lived in more than any other including my birth state.*
At first glance you may have thought I was holding the Royal Scepter.
Or perhaps a telescope.
I think it was a rolled poster, the subject of which I have no memory whatsoever.
That's what all this incessant traveling has done to me.
* - North Dakota: 28 years; South Dakota: 1 year; Indiana: 3 years; Texas: 2 years; Jalisco, Mexico: 4 years; Arizona: 38 years (and counting!)
This is intended for a cousin of mine in North Dakota, who whenever I speak to her asks "when are you coming home?"
My response has always been "I am home."
