I guess it’s my turn to write as we burn down the road. 10:45 at night. Michelle at the wheel. And I pound away at this keyboard. Mirah’s playing on the radio and Ohio’s draped in black. Next stop, Cleveland… maybe, if the caffeine holds up and the CD player keeps us company. The trip has been an exercise in newness, interesting places, endurance, bad food in a great I’m eating sushi in Idaho sort of way and gas stations.
Today we stopped in South Bend and saw Notre Dame. Beautiful town. Maybe the pope will come back as a football in this little football crazy town. That way, he could enjoy all the enthusiasm and greenery and good old fashion mid-American fanaticism, strong Catholicism, nice looking coeds (and fraternity brothers if he swings that way), without having to eat the food.
Cue camera. You see two locals out the side of the window.
Michelle: Hi. We’re not from around here. Is there anyplace you’d recommend to eat at?
Local 1 (late 20’s, slim woman): There’s a Denny’s down the road.
Caspian: Where do the college students eat?
Local 2 (late 20’s, portly woman): Between Two Buns. It a sports bar on campus. They’ve got great buns!
Local 1: Or you could go to Chili’s or Applebees.
Local 2: I love those places.
Failure. But it was a cultural experience. And we did end up eating Thai food in Indiana. Not great, but it was Indiana.
A few things I’ve learned on this trip. America is beautiful. There are many helpful and friendly souls in this country. Toll roads suck ass, unless you don’t have to pay for them. Chicago is big… I mean really big. Nothing taste better than time with a wonderful friend, a laugh and an experience that will be remembered for the rest of memory.
We drive on. Mirah keeps singing. We’ll talk again tomorrow.
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