Seems all Things Awful happen as soon as I leave home to go camping! Worst camp-out ever was at the end of March, 2003. Wonderful weather, lots of flowers (spectacular poppy bloom), great time - came home late Sunday afternoon to learn my mother had died and I was to immediately take a plane to New York to handle the details. I probably left a tick or two on Jet Blue, too. Hmmmm . . . there's a slogan waiting to be found!

Second worst: former roommate telephoned me to report a car had driven through the house. Stupid Honda with lady-learning-to-turn-corners actually just went across the yard, knocking down my chain-link fence and into the rear steps. Somehow she pushed the car back out into the street and drove off. I had to walk through the neighborhood trying to find the car (and hence, its owner) and yes, I eventually found the car in a private garage two blocks away. I also learned chain-link fences are no match for runaway Hondas.