I intended on taking a leisurely drive and stopping by Gettysburg on the way, as I haven't been there since I was a kid.  But, with the National Park Service morphing into some sort of sturmabteilung, I didn't want to get arrested for turning some loud-mouthed badge bully's sidearm into a suppository. So, it is a stop in Hagerstown, Maryland, home of the fattest people I've ever seen, for the night.  As the big treat, I'm staying in some sort of hotel by the highway where the desk clerk dug my guitar case.

I didn't have the heart to tell him it was filled with philosophy monographs.