After a slightly late start last night (it's very hard to pack when all of your worldly possessions are in unmarked boxes), we finally hit the road. Because Zac is Dad's favorite son, and the Reubens in Texas bear a striking resemblance to pulled pork sandwiches, we stopped at Zingerman's in Ann Arbor. Is it legal to cross state lines with the much corn beef?
Oh, and what Dad omitted was that after three beers at the Dark Horse in Marshall, he was yelling for me to "Drive AROUND!" when we got to the less than cooperative toll booth. I decided it was too early in the trip to be that reckless.
~E.
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