What am I on? Seven? I think this makes seven down.
Players: Jane Madsen and me
Locale: Burlingon, Vermont
This is Jane. Not on our trip, but from FB. This is vermont. Also not from our trip, but from Google images. Why not from our trip? Well, I had in fact packed the camera, but it didn’t really make it out of my bag. It may have been that neither of us had a smart phone or an atlas or even a map. So a six hour drive became an eight-point-five hour drive. Or maybe it was the 15-foot tank that put it out of our minds. Perhaps the to-die-for flat bread or the manager of the car rental store that saved our bacon despite a few minor metaphorical wrestling matches between us. Oh what would have become of us if the New York in me had been funny unleashed. I shudder to consider the possibilities. I think the most likely reason of all was the fact that the maple syrup jug was dusted in hair as I picked it off the barber shop floor and had Gary ring it up. That can’t be sanitary. 23×30.