And no, not Jack Kerouac. I had a death in the family, so I've gone back home to be with them. Fortunately, I bought a laptop about a month ago, and my parents have wi-fi, so I'm not as out of touch as I usually am. I'll probably post more at some point this weekend, but I thought right now that I'd take a minute and give you an idea of just how small my hometown is.
This is the entrance to the airport:
Oh, and in a text message this morning, Miles reminded me that it's Caturday, so Happy Caturday, motherfuckers.