First I picked up Franklin Habit -- world-famous blogger, author, raconteur and all-around bon vivant -- from the airport. Then I loaded faithful traveling companions Jim and Laura into the station wagon, got the Mapquest printouts ready, and started swilling Diet Coke to stay awake. I had thought that the trenchant smell of lanolin and bourbon was due to some new aftershave of Jim's, when something made me glance in the rear-view mirror.
to be continued. . .