DALTON, Ga. - Man, today went well, but it really got off to sort of an inauspicious start when a stoplight on France in freakin' Edina wouldn't turn green. For what felt like hours. We wound up just running it. (Rebellion, etc.)
Wisconsin is just as lame to drive through as I remembered. Fortunately Michael took care of most of it. We stopped in Madison for gas and, theoretically, doughnuts, which turned into this thing where a girl who SEEMED nice, but clearly wasn't, sent us to a place that definitely was not the sort of bakery we were after - it was, instead, some sort of corporate headquarters for Sara Lee. (Think they need a clerk?) I'm still wondering what her motives were.
There's this town in Illinois called Effingham, which is funny enough, but apparently its high school athletic teams are nicknamed the "Flaming Hearts," which is gosh darn hilarious.
I didn't start driving until after a stop for gas in Antioch, Tennessee, where I went into the little convenience store to get a cup of coffee. The guy at the counter was completely mute through the entire transaction. At the end, he gave me my change, and I said, "Thanks, have a nice night." His response follows in its entirety: "Holy shit."
Okay, sure.
We did find the torts curve (Sullivan v. Crabtree, 258 S.W.2d 782). It was awesome - darkness and a little rain really helped set the mood. It's on Highway 41 (where that one Allman brother was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus, yeah?) in Monteagle, Tennessee. It was too dark to take a picture, but we'll get it on the way back.
Our sincere hope was that there would be a terrible movie on at the hotel to watch, and that could not have worked out better - I'm gonna go watch Commando now.
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