While I suspect that some of you might be nursing a yen for happy wishful and firmly resolved pick-me-up for annus novus, be warned that it’s not going to happen with today’s story, with which you should prepared. If, on the other hand, you need a story in preparation for dirtying your hands or drinking too much, consider yourself In Luck.
Yes, I’ve missed you too and thanks for the well wishes, and yes, you’re right: it would have been RAD to podcast from a women’s prison passing the mic around my circle of hardened women criminals and reading while taking turns with the tattoo needle. Maybe next time. But of course I have a few thousand worthy travel stories to share with you, and I can’t stop wondering whether I’d have access to podcasting equipment from inside the walls of a women’s prison, and if not, who might help me smuggle some in. Because believe-you-me, if I ever found myself in such a position, that’s exactly what I’d do. Meanwhile, here’s a sample of the local cuisine: