JFC, I got a speeding ticket in this bayou of a state for doing 68 in a 60. Eight MPH over the speed limit. I questioned the copette if her radar could even register that low. Then I asked if they take American here in the low country.
She was not amused.
So the leftette says, "lets go to Savannah for thanksgiving" and I think, sure, how bad can it be? We've been here for four hours and the best thing I can say is that this would be an excellent place to kill yourself.
Am now looking for flights out.
If you go back to where we first meet Daryl you can see that his vest sports Boy Scout badges in Signs, Signals and Codes, along with Small Boat Sailing, Basketry and Public Speaking. They must have fallen off along the way. Thank God, Rick is also quite adept at morse code.
My wife is stuck trying to get to her office on Fifth and 54th. The cops are telling here she has to walk to 6th, go down and come back across. This could be for the next four years as Trump said he plans to come home on weekends.