Jackson Hole

Well folks, I don’t know what to tell you. I was sitting there minding my own business reading my sister’s diary like any good brother should, when suddenly I hear her approaching. Having no time to hide I dive behind her bed which conveniently happened to be kitty-corner leaving a nice hiding space. However, the unfortunate situation began getting worse and worse by the minute as I realize that my sister was sitting on her bed and wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.

Clearly the choice was clear. I had to jump up from behind the bed and scare the crap out of her. What else could I do? Of course, the good news is that once she stopped hyperventilating, she was too mad at me for her near-death experience to be mad at me for reading her diary. The best part of this story is that it’s true. The worst part is that the entire time I’ve been writing it, I’ve been trying to find a link, segue or connection to Jackson Hole, but it just isn’t happening.

But what difference does it make and of course, it goes without saying . . .