Day 28: The Home Stretch

Yesterday, someone shared the sentiment with us that Pennsylvania is essentially Pittsburgh and Philadelphia with Alabama in between. A sweeping generalization, yes, but the truths of that statement are certainly alive and well tonight, thumping with a skull-rattling bass, wearing the Confederate flag in various shapes and sizes, vomiting onto the asphalt, and bellowing very rude things to and about local persons of color.

It's midnight, and Paul and I are in our room at the Danville, PA Days Inn listening to the tailgate party outside our window finally begin to die down. Seems we rolled into town the same weekend as the Annual Greater Bloomsburg Monster Truck Rally. Great. We stop in to see a friend for the evening and end up in the middle of hundreds of insecure, drunken louts competing over who has the biggest penis.

Funny. It's not as entertaining as you might think.

When we left Simon in the room to go meet Patty for dinner, it was with trepidation and visions of returning to find him on a spit over a Weber grill behind our room. When we did return, we were greeting by a police blockade at the entrance to the hotel parking lot. They looked us over, got our room number, told us where to park, and wished us luck. Simon was safe and sound, of course, but glad to have us back.

We are almost home. The house closed today without a hitch, and we should arrive tomorrow in time to get a mattress out of the storage unit before we drive the last few miles to Underhill and find the hidden key.

We are ready.

Had a great time seeing Valparaiso yesterday and visiting with Patty tonight, but I will have to write about that sometime later. I am finally going to get some sleep. We won't have internet access at the house until Thursday, but I'm sure we'll stop in at a cafe sometime before then. Will keep you posted.

P.S. Oh, Mom is going to scan the Degustation Menu from dinner Tuesday night and send it to me. When she does, I'll post it for you to enjoy in more detail.