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.
It’s well-known that Governor’s Home Town Awards are auctioned off to the highest bidder. Kind of like Senate seats, but more prestigious.
The words on that sign create something of an oxymoron.