Lots of people ask about you round here. I come in outta the woods, and they say things like, “Your momma know you’re out here by yourself,” and, “Your momma ok with you travellin’ around like this?” Then I say things like, “What momma don’t know won’t hurt.”
Good morning! I hope you are well. I am sitting in the Apple Pie Bakery in Delaware Water Gap.
Well… It appears I am on vacation, my delightful scallions. One of the horrible things about traipsing through the woods with no income is that, eventually, you must come to a stop to get money in order to feed your face.
Quality, not quantity, dear readers.