Donuts & Pancakes & knifes on nighttrains
The Gibbon's quest to find the fabled IHOP (International House Of Pancakes) has ended! Eugine handed one to us. It was all that Al had promised - giant portions, side order of a stack of buttermilk pancakes, and as much hot maple syrup as we needed.
Donuts were almost better, and seem to have a strange effect on Frances. She giggles uncontrollably and bounces. Actually literally bounces. Like some weird blackened female Davefish.
Have since lost my drivers license, discovered that the police station in Eugine is manned only by an answering machine when attempting to record its loss, and had to give a statement to the state police about a knife incident on the seat across from me on the overnight train from Eugine to Sacramento.
Note to the wise - never admit to being an observer of anything in the USA. Oh, and never, never go to Sacramento. It's so bland here, The Gibbon and Frances were forced to spend all day in an "English" pub.
No more time. Damned limited access.
Donuts were almost better, and seem to have a strange effect on Frances. She giggles uncontrollably and bounces. Actually literally bounces. Like some weird blackened female Davefish.
Have since lost my drivers license, discovered that the police station in Eugine is manned only by an answering machine when attempting to record its loss, and had to give a statement to the state police about a knife incident on the seat across from me on the overnight train from Eugine to Sacramento.
Note to the wise - never admit to being an observer of anything in the USA. Oh, and never, never go to Sacramento. It's so bland here, The Gibbon and Frances were forced to spend all day in an "English" pub.
No more time. Damned limited access.