Mountain air and Mountain Dew have been known to work wonders in combination.
Now, perhaps you remember that Bill Nye had a home down in the Tar Heel State, and I was glad to know I would soon be breathing the same pine woods' air.
While the wagon was taking me to the retired home of the settler with whom I meant to camp out, it stopped before a tumble-down cabin, where there was a well of the finest water on earth.
A small boy handed up the gourd, while a girl with a shock of carroty hair stood afar off and watched.
"What's your sister's name?" I asked.
"Her name?"
"Yes—she's your sister, I suppose?"
"Yep."