To think that until just the other night I’d never even been east of the Mississippi River, who would have been able to guess that I would suddenly find myself pulling away from one of the countries most historically rich cities with two nearly complete strangers, my hands gripped tightly to the oversized steering wheel of a used Snap-on delivery van, in search of America’s pot roast?
Ah, I love a road story, but especially one that involves books.
I only wish I ate potroast, because I have the feeling that Steve and Keith won’t make it here just for one pot-roast-eating Australian (grudknows).
Keith, Scrine is definitely misbehaving of late. This comment was meant to appear under your ‘pot roast with Steve’ Scrineblog posting.
It’s a little my fault, a little Scrine’s fault.
I thought I was giving them different URL permalink titles, forgetting that my parentheses don’t count. No punctuation allowed in URL titles.
I’ll change one.