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.
Is the Church of God of Uncooked Pasta around there anywhere?
Yes, it shares space with the Church of God of Taco Shells.
Sweet!
hahahahahahaha…your photo comments are great. I laughed so hard when I read this one!
Joke now or forever hold your piece.