No shit there he was.... it's one of those stories. Traveling down the highway in Tennessee, at 8:45 am, Nate was asleep on the couch of the RV (buckled in) and Scott was tired but full of coffee and ready...
"Hey, got a minute?" Scott to me. I was lazily getting ready to take the kids to Pink Camp with Grandmom. No rush. No hurry. No worries. "Yup, what's up?" Scott, "Um... there's fuel dripping out of the Chief onto...
It turns out.... writing the blog is only easy when minor bad luck is having its way with us. When everything is hunky dory.... I end up with something that's borderline boring. How.... unsatisfactory. Fortunately/Unfortunately our final days in New England...