Arrived. It's moderately chilly here - about on par with Detroit at the moment. Thanks to the extremely great hospitality of one Rachel Levine, I have an incredibly well-equipped couch for the sleepings.
Nothing notable from the trip over - minus the news that our sister travel car, the Mangenta Lockwood Express has turned one of its tires into a steamy, flatish sausage. Word on the street is he swapped on the spare in under 7 minutes, thereby wooing all rubberneckers within view. LWood has a killer journey ahead of him, just leaving Vermont a couple of hours ago, heading to Atlanta to pick up a comrade - tttthen heading to Vegas. A wild man, he is.
More in the morning. I'm passing out, punks.
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