Day 4: Nor'easter
The last day up north started off at an odd place: the local FedExKinko's in Manchester. Chad apparently decided that he could ship his dirty clothes home, allowing room for his touristic spoils in his suitcase.
Despite shifting GPS directions due to traffic, I deftly handled I-93 southbound back into Boston, getting off at the -- seriously, the Malden exit? (Well at least it wasn't the Quin-zy exit. I'd be on the wrong side of town then.)
After uneventful flights to Chicago and Columbus, Chad and I picked up the car and headed to a local affiliate on Chad's favorite obsession (Man v Food): the Ohio Deli. Chad doesn't participate in the challenges; the seemingly thigh-high Dagwood was enough for him without the fries and 30-minute time limit.
Afterward, it was simply second star to the right, and straight on 'til home. (That is, if it weren't for delays personal -- the chatty cashier at the Point Pleasant Go-Mart -- and transportational -- night-time utility work on US 35.)
Despite shifting GPS directions due to traffic, I deftly handled I-93 southbound back into Boston, getting off at the -- seriously, the Malden exit? (Well at least it wasn't the Quin-zy exit. I'd be on the wrong side of town then.)
After uneventful flights to Chicago and Columbus, Chad and I picked up the car and headed to a local affiliate on Chad's favorite obsession (Man v Food): the Ohio Deli. Chad doesn't participate in the challenges; the seemingly thigh-high Dagwood was enough for him without the fries and 30-minute time limit.
Afterward, it was simply second star to the right, and straight on 'til home. (That is, if it weren't for delays personal -- the chatty cashier at the Point Pleasant Go-Mart -- and transportational -- night-time utility work on US 35.)