When I was little, my idea of heaven was arriving home from school in the dead of winter to find my mother making spaghetti. Walking from the bus stop meant tromping through a foot of snow in neon snow boots, fur-edged hood pulled up
Updated: 10/21/2011 12:50A
not entitle you to set aside 40 square feet of prime viewing area as your personal space, so you should not get surprised and bent out of shape as intoxicated people try to get closer to the stage and then end up tromping through your real estate.
Updated: 06/29/2011 01:20P