Amsterdam postcard, no. 4
We are sitting around the fire on a housebarge nestled into the armpit of the River Ij (‘eye’) thanking the stars for the gas-tax repeal failing and the smoking ban passing (we’ve probably traded six months of our lives for all the smoke we’ve inhaled here). The internet has truly shrunk the globe.
It’s a little hard for Christopher and I to be away from the paper and really nice that we can wave at you all via the Slog.