Light Sighted at End of Tunnel

It’s Frank’s final week of Grad School Hell. Four more days, folks, four more days, then it’s ‘free at last, free at last …’ But I should let him speak for himself. Er, maybe next week.

Me? I’ve been in a hell of my own … Hell, AKA Oklahoma. Good lord, there’s a lotta porn palaces and Jesus bilboards in Missouri (or as I refer to it, Misery).

It was a good trip, but there’s really no place like home.

(By the way, I knew I was back in Michigan when I entered a gas station in Coldwater and was almost knocked off my pins by some woman who pushed the door into my face, then gave me a dirty look and didn’t apologize. Yup! Back with the warm, wonderful people of Michigan!)