I survived Ohio, where the only customer service I got came from the police at a road block. I had a burnt-out headlight, which resulted in about an hour of processing when I would have preferred to be in bed. Just about the entire highway was torn up with slow speed limits and cops pointing radar guns.
Now, I’m in the “remarkable” town of Destroit where somebody could probably make a killing selling spray paint to the graffitists. Coming home from an amazing Moody Blues concert, I noticed a billboard whereon a lawyer dude advertised, “Your turn for justice.” “Strange town you have,” I told my sister. Then, I read that back home, music blared from a peace rally.
