I’m writing now from Bartonsville, Pennsylvania, holed up in long motel that thankfully has suites and is very reasonable, and within a few miles in either direction of shopping and good dining at fair prices.
It’s really big Hank that’s here, because the New Jersey parking lot where we did stash him suddenly became the construction site of another large building. We are in Town Hall for only two weekends this time so it made no sense to drive home and then back, which is why I’m sitting here in this lonely two-room hideout from whence we shall launch come Saturday evening and swing yet again into Times Square. And then haul the gear off to Nashville.
It’s the beginning of an epic fifteen-week crisscrossing of the nation. There are probably stories out there.
- Get a slice of life on 18 wheels in the latest column from our very own chief of touring and transit, Mr. Russ Ringsak