Every time I hear breaking glass, I'm reminded of that celebratory salutation.
Immediately after entering Zion National Park, we had to negotiate a series of tight switchbacks in the canyon. We were too busy gawking at the sight of smooth sandstone and sheer rock walls to notice that things were not secure in the RV.
Crash!
The Krups coffee maker toppled over and shattered the pot. This thing belonged in a museum; an indefatigable gift from our wedding. It fmet its final resting place in Zion, a place of harmony.
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