AN INDISPUTABLE TRUTH

There is nothing quite like having a thousand-mile weekend, unless it’s having two of them, in a row, in the Midwest, in December.

Ever known somebody who’s gone through two gallons of windshield-washer fluid in seven days? You do now. And I have a feeling I’ll be seeing dashed white lines in my dreams for a few days.

Plus I never want to see a Burger King again.