 | Rise and shine rub the sleep out of my eyes |
In the summer of 1996, my family took a trip around the country in a Winnebago. Along the way, we stopped at Mount Rushmore. In the middle of the night.
I was asleep as we rolled into the parking lot. I’m not a quick one to rise, so by the time everyone was heading out to see how close they could get, I was just coming to. In order to catch up, I had to go as I was; in my underwear. I was a newly converted boxer man, and I wasn’t afraid to show it. We all strolled up in pajamas and such, right up through the main souvenir concourse and gazed at the giant faces carved into the mountain.
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