Hello from Binghamton, New York! I like to call it “the Bing”.

I realized on the drive over here that I am approximately one million years old. Or a pussy. Or both.

I mean, honestly. It was raining – raining – for most of the way here. Nothing more. Nothing scarier. But I drove as if I were terrified. And at times, I was terrified. My honda civic weighs about as much as a two-ply tissue and any amount of wind or water will send it careening all over the road. So I drove slow. Too slow, probably.

But I made it (eventually) and was greeted with warm friendship, hot spiedies (look it up) and cold beer. After some music and some Flight of the Conchords, Nick and I played a furious session of Connect Four and drank what will probably prove to be too many beers.

This leg of the trip has featured nothing preservation-related to speak of, unless you count some stressing over a phone interview I have scheduled for next Friday.

Tomorrow, I turn south and head to Baltimore, for an agressive schedule of catching up with friends.

Will I have time for fast food breakfast? Oh, rest assured, I will.