noplasticshowers

It was an ill-fated plan that failed along two predictable dimensions. But it was worth investigating. The investigation involved a trip to the middle of nowhere in Pennsytucky where we were surrounded by bikers—well people on bicycles with ridiculous lycra clothing anyway. It was about as far from dangerous as you can possibly get.

We stayed at the Smith House Inn in Confluence. I mean if you are staying in Confluence, you might as well stay there. You can pretty much walk everywhere else in 4 minutes or less.

We had dinner, a bad negroni, and a ridiculous lighning lashing on the river at River’s Edge.

We had espresso at the Tissue Shop and a laugh about meatballs.

Three showerheads for the fly speck.