The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
On the road
Saturdayafternoon lunch at Chillicothe, Mo. A guy at the gas pumps seemed astonished that we'd come all the way from Indy in one day. Too bad he didn't see us 300 miles farther west when we stopped for the night.
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