"Bush/Quayle? Who the fuck was Quayle?" I chuckled, referring the question to my dad with a grin.
"Bush Senior's vice president..." he sardonically replied.
"Oh no, you don't say...I mean who was he?"
"He was an incompetent Senator from Indiana; a "Family Values" advocate."
"Only in Yakima, Washington would one of those be kicking around," I said, motioning to the truck as it passed around the corner.
My mom's Irish terrier, Lucy.
Hours before catching my red-eye back to New York, I walked down an abandoned road in the Columbia River Gorge. Lucy, my mom's spunky Irish terrier, ran ahead, chasing a quail. Despite the beauty and serenity of my surroundings, I looked forward to the bustle and energy of New York. Nine hours later, I landed in Newark. It's a crazy world we live in.