The brunette and I went a traveling the other weekend. It's fascinating to me that fifteen years after I used to drive from Baltimore to Upstate New York for university, the roads in Pennsylvania are still under construction. I don't think I've ever spent more than twenty minutes in the state without being on a road under construction.
Our goal for the weekend was to explore the Finger Lakes district and see if there might be a good candidate for our "retirement" plans. The poor Finger Lakes probably suffered from our trip being the first since we returned from living in Scotland. Neither the land nor the towns jumped up and demanded that we stay. Nothing felt like home.
We did feel like family in Bath, though. We stopped in at the Chat-a-Whyle and were treated to some wonderful sticky buns. Yum! We couldn't leave Western New York without sampling beef on wick, of course, though I never got any wings.
Midway through our meal, a waitress came into the room to make (shout) an announcement.
WAITRESS: Guess what, everybody! I lowered my cholesterol!"Everyone was dutifully impressed, but we were all painfully aware that she hadn't done it by eating the sticky buns. Oi.