We hadn't planned to stay in Montana for more than a couple days, but my aunts, with amazing powers of eyelash batting and mild emotional blackmail, convinced us not to leave until the 5th so that we could stick around for a big family 4th. We spent most of the previous day and the 4th being pretty mellow--Schuyler was working, I visited my ( Read more... )

We were woken very abruptly in the dark hours before dawn this morning by the sounds of loud banging and breaking glass. Russell's first impression was of gunfire outside, mine more of the Hottentots-running-amok variety. A few crashes, shatters, and heart attacks later, the muffled cacaphony resolved itself into a pounding at the door and male ( Read more... )