Judging John.

Earl and I have safely arrived in Hartford, Conn. after driving and driving and driving in rain. A trip to the east is not complete without a stop at the Windmill Diner in dubious Amsterdam, N.Y. I didn’t give in to the cheeseburger, but I did have a bison burger that was quite fabulous. Their little advertisements point to a web site, but I went to look and there is a sex site there. I guess it’s kinky sex if there’s windmills involved.

So now we’re settling in for the night here at the Sheraton in East Hartford. I’m looking forward to the day tomorrow. Earl says that this activity is going to convince me that I need to retire and start traveling with him. How could we support my spending habits if I was retired? Oh well, at least it’s something to dream about.

Maybe we’ll win the lottery tomorrow night. Now that would be fabulous!