By the time you read this, the wife and I will be on the road to New York City to attend a wedding. New York City. The words roll off the tongue like an empty wine bottle rolling off a subway seat. Do people still even ride in a hole in the ground there? Final exams will have been graded and the grades tallied and entered. It’s the official start of academic Summer and I couldn’t be more ready to hit the road, Jack. Go splitsville, am-scray, roll on down the road, if you know what I mean. Gonna be gone like a cool breeze. Drink me some truck stop coffee and maybe stop at Stuckey’s for a pecan log roll. You guys are on your own for a few days. I may check in if the wi-fi is good, so no shenanigans or screwing around. That reminds me: I have to bring change for the tolls and get my Zoot suit pressed. Gotta look reet, you know? Dispositionally, I am made for this shit.
UPDATE: It appears that the Great Gasoline Apocalypse of 2021 may add a degree of difficulty to our trip. We’re going right up the path of the shortages, so I’m wondering if we should bring weapons and a siphon in case we run into some real Mad Max stuff. Oh man, ain’t nothing easy, is it?
As always, thanks to all for supporting Deadsplinter and DUAN and let me know if you want me to bring you anything back from the big city. Maybe some plastic bags filled with gasoline.