I approached the dad with the boy with the extreme wall eye and inquired thusly:
Is this venison jerky any good?
The dad looked shocked (perhaps it was my Neil Diamond concert t and we WERE in the throes of white trash Penn mountains) and referred me to the son... He'd know.
Me to wall eye: Is this any good? (holding aloft the venison jerky, priced at 99cents)
Yes, answer.
Sucked on that jerky for a good half hour listening to classic rock along the route to NYC.
Road trip perfection: CCR, other classic rock tunes, a good strong voice, a good strong cuppa joe and a slim salty fix of venison jerky shot and fabricated in PA.
Just stuffed the car into al fresco bistro expensive parking, after a mathematical discussion/debate with the man in charge of the big P.
Tomorrow registration, arbitration, administration and then a reception for us, the grad people of New School U.
Rock on road scholars.
Love.

Why you are glad you're not my neighbor, part 32:
well
yesterday I entertained Rio, Ron and their kids Lily and Ace and ferfucksake I don't want to send children off, back onto the highways and biways of this great land, without a proper pyrotechnical send-off.
So
I busted out a small pyrotechnical display and one of them was really loud, I mean so loud and whizzing by ol' whatzizname's open window (what is that guy's name, the next door drunk?, the creepy man who hates his own kids, really thick glasses... anyhow) I'm sure he was awakened abruptly from sleeping off his night of Adolf's goodness from down the block.
Off now to points beyond to deliver my photographic goods.
Tomorrow it's off to skewel to register, to activate the fall term membership.
Studiously,
Love.