Road Trip Randomness & Hooters

Wow! Excuse my delayed appearance. I'm still licking chocolate drippings from the studio walls and found a coconut training bra hanging from the lampshade. Plus, my stagehand MacCullay Culkin is hovering in the corner, trying to smoke a grass skirt. Koopmans!?? 

Those Scribes are so sexy and lovable. Aren't they? I'm glad they poured on the choco-fun around here, as I drove across a good portion of California.

Travel notes:

• The Valero station in Coalinga sells excellent corndogs. I highly recommend them.

•  This same Valero sells a Trojan Pleasure 3-Pack. I didn't make the purchase, so I can't critique them. But they're likely still there if you're so inclined.

•  Foreigner makes for great road trip music (e.g., Hot Blooded, Juke Box Hero...).

• I gave a sandwich and water to a homeless man in Kettleman City. He said "Thanks, but you got any hooters? I gots some cash." I was about to tell him that my boobs aren't for sale, when he clarified that he wanted a joint.  I lectured him a bit, informing him that water and protein are more essential to his survival. Then, a male trucker pulled over to give him some money. I cheered, "See you're getting more help!" As I turned away, I heard the homeless man tell the trucker, disappointedly, "You don't got hooters either!?"   

Note: It appears you can in fact smoke a hooter. In the 60s and 70s, "hooter" was another name for joint.

• It appears there are more state prisons than Motel 6s in this fine state.

• Only in LA can you find a McDonald's that looks like this:

                                                       Pretty upscale for a McD's, huh?

• You can also find freeways with seven lanes of traffic, all at a standstill.

• Best of all, my destination offered the sweetest, most rambunctious dose of auntie-nephew lovin' in the universe. 

And I came home to a glorious Chico sunset.

It's good to be back. 

Thanks for your patience, as I make my rounds and get caught up.

I've been thinking about you.

Be well.