The car fell through – no driving to Milwaukee tomorrow. I got an email from the car owner’s mother saying:
“I searched your name on google. Is that you, with all the narratives? I hope you drive responsibly.”
I did the search and read something about being a crack dealer. Mysteriously the car delivery offer was retracted dues to poor car health. Ballbags.
Nevertheless, I shall set off on an epic journey of some sort or other on Thursday – probably by train. That’s tomorrow. So much to do, so little time.