Gather around the campfire for Bob’s tales of wonder:
And lastly, of course, my own story. When I was 11, a tornado swept me up to a great height, where I was deposited on a mountaintop and learned the secrets of weather control from a kindly hermit. I descended prepared to live out my days as The Weather Man.
From the archives
I scratch at the edge of the masking tape to make another box. It’s important to use the small boxes for the heavy stuff like books and big boxes for the light stuff, which is totally counterintuitive. Maybe that’s where we went wrong, stuffed all of our heavy feelings…