March 29 was a day at Grand Canyon. The rangers and signs refer to it thus, without article: many canyons are grand, this one only happens to have that particular modifier for a name. It makes sense in a way to give the canyon no name other than “Grand.” It is a self-consciously inadequate title, reflecting the dumbness that strikes many people, including me, when they see it.
This is not a picture of Grand Canyon. This is a picture of the worst faucet ever. This faucet is located in a rt 66 motel. The knobs are a great demonstration of the principles of torque and friction. With soapy hands, there is absolutely no way to turn those things.
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