Destroying Monticello Part II
On my refrigerator at The Hermitage I have a million magnets. I know, weird a 65 year old guy has refrigerator magnets but I do. I enjoy collecting them telling me where I've been and what I've done. Most of the magnets are on the top half of the refrigerator so you can actually read them. There are a bunch of St. Francis; Jefferson; Emerson; places I've been to... nice collage of my whereabouts and interests. (I've often thought Dave Barry or someone like him could write a fun book called "You Can Tell a Lot About a Man by His Refrigerator Magnets.") Anyway there are also a bunch of them on the bottom of the refrigerator, at what I call Max Level. Max is my almost two year old grandson, one of the two smartest and best looking children on the planet. Max also likes my magnets. He moves them around, throws them across the room, often places them in the microwave, which I discover before I put my soup in there, most of the time. And when Max and ...