I know this is not an election sign, nor is my pun related to an election, but I couldn’t resist the obvious “Schmucker trucker.” Let the groans, and virtual pelting, begin.
(I began reading this blog from the start on May 28th, which is when I first heard about it.
Not long from now, I noticed another “Karen,” so I added the word “Too” to my name. Now, I’m going back to add a note about this to my early posts as just Karen, so everyone will know theses are from me, Karen Too.
Silly, perhaps, but thought people should be able to tell the difference, and the other Karen was here first.)
That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out.
If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania.
You can read all about the details of my trip
if you're so inclined.
Oy.
I know this is not an election sign, nor is my pun related to an election, but I couldn’t resist the obvious “Schmucker trucker.” Let the groans, and virtual pelting, begin.
(I began reading this blog from the start on May 28th, which is when I first heard about it.
Not long from now, I noticed another “Karen,” so I added the word “Too” to my name. Now, I’m going back to add a note about this to my early posts as just Karen, so everyone will know theses are from me, Karen Too.
Silly, perhaps, but thought people should be able to tell the difference, and the other Karen was here first.)
I can see where they might get themselves in a jam with a name like this.
I bet the streets are named after Mr. and Mrs. Schmucker’s kids.