Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot. Hey, something is going on. And I don’t mean in Idaho or Alaska. Or DC. Well, maybe DC. Who, me? We’ve not met? Excuse me. I’m Milton, the campervan. Class B. More precisely, a 2023 Ford Transit Trail now upfitted and … well, is it upfit or upfitted? … More Milton’s too dang hot!
Yesterday my unelected dictator, the man who usually drives me – a well-groomed and sprightly 2023 Ford Transit Trail – fell down and got a boo boo. I’m not impressed, and not very sorry. He’s been pushing the envelope – taking me into snow, ice, cold like single digits on the Kelvin scale, and parking … More Milton gets homesick
Hello. My name is Milton. At least that’s what I think it is, since the two humans that seem to be living inside me keep calling me “Milton.” I think they are parasites. There’s this guy who keeps cursing at my side door when the sliding mechanism does not allow for a perfect closure, and … More Milton – genesis
Infinity is our fate, whether we realize it or not. … More Gap Year, Week 50
Scott D. McLean, MD 