It’s late, I’m exhausted, and I have to be awake in four hours to return my rental car and get on a plane. I miscalculated in packing for this trip, so I wore my last set of clean clothes today. I guess I’ll wear them again tomorrow.
I got a haircut while I was here. It looks awful. I'm getting on the plane a train wreck. Maybe I'll get off as a house afire. No idea.
That’s all for now. I’ll give you something better, something more long-form, when I get home. Maybe I’ll write about the cab driver who got out and did push-ups at every red light, or the other cab driver named Smallwood Johnson. He was from Rocky Mount, NC.
Just not right now.