We made it. After another long, cold day on the road we are relaxing in our hotel room, waiting for the heater to combat the chill of a single digit temperature day. They don't heat empty rooms, so I'm snuggled under the blanket.
The car ran well even if it did eat a couple of quarts of oil. I know that about this vehicle and so I an proactive and carry oil with me on long trips.
This small city is home to a university known for its engineering and meteorological schools, along with a team that has made the March Madness play-offs. This town has all the popular chain restaurants. We've foregone them, instead opting for a local Cajun restaurant. C has his first Guinness, complete with a widget which is supposed to create a taste experience similar to that of a poured draft.
Interesting how many things try to be something they are not.
A canned beer us a canned beer. If you don't want it to taste like a canned beer, don't put it in a can. I'm not ever going to write like Nora Roberts because I am not Nora Roberts. I can only be me.
I need to be real to be authentic. I am not a chain vendor in an Indiana city, I am not a poor imitation.