A quart of bourbon, quart of gin, six pack of PBR and six pack of Guinness. That’s either a decent recipie for a quiet evening at home or a load out for an unprecedented road trip.
Took me about 30 minutes back in the old stomping grounds to realize that I had no ties to those places anymore. Hell, I haven’t considered myself of Gettysburg since I left in the fall of 2005 – never mind that two year misbegotten stint back at the old pad. And I no more had to turn onto the Hanover road that I traveled almost daily for eight years to realize I didn’t want any part of the people, personalities, or memories that trip entailed. That’s it, we’re outta here.
On the Grand Tour, I have to find a place I like with jobs and likely places to live. No small order. In fact, knowing me, I’ll forget all about the mission and concentrate entirely on having fun.
Drink more beer.