At a Gas Station called "Freedom"

We fueled up and crossed the lines. The state lines. The states of Indiana, Wisconsin and Minnesota. There seemed to be a toll booth every other mile.

And I really did see a gas station called "freedom". We did not, however, fuel up there. No, we fueled up at "family express." And there was a dinner called "Harty..." somethin.

And that was the heart of America, for the time being. Until we saw this house:



Then that was the heart of America for a while.

I saw this somewhere:

Ooohhhh Phil.

At some point, we arrived... 3527 24th Ave. S. Bob greeted us. Carol came running down the steps. And we set up camp.







Once settled, we jammed like there was nothing better in the world to do.

On second thought, that's not a simile.


Somehow, I managed to throw out my back while sleeping. And avoiding mosquitoes. So I sat up in a bowl chair, with a neck pillow, and that was actually fantastic.

Except that as I was dozing off, I started to hear a loud clicking. And just as I was about to tell Andrew to cut it out... he told me to cut it out. So. We flicked on a light. And in the corner, an earwig was caught in a spider's web, fending for his life.


It was discovery channel awesome.