Somewhere on 95
Heading south in Nova traffic on a Friday is certainly one of life's comedies and, I'm certain, a clear representation of what Hell must be like. On a positive note, somewhere South of Quantico, Va I discovered a Hardees that had ham and cheese sandwiches that resembled those of back woods, mountain, West Virginian ham sandwiches. You know, the type of sandwich with so much meat on it, that you can't get your mouth around it, but when you do bight into it the juice rolls down your chin and into your lap. Fortunate to have found such rashions because at this point I may never get to where I'm going. Hence the fact, I'm blogging in traffic. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry