Leaving On A Jet Plane
After ten hours of travel, we’ve finally arrived in Wisconsin. On the car ride through the quiet country tree-lined roads, slowly working our way to our hotel, I was halfway expecting the Mothman to jump out of the darkened forest and into the path of our car, eyes glowing red in the headlights, mouth agape, hissing and spitting through ragged teeth and over forked tongue, telepathically warning us to turn back, to go back home before it’s too late.
Country roads are something that I’m just not used to.
I picked up Dan Brown’s newest novel The Lost Symbol before we departed from the San Diego airport, and have very nearly finished it. If you haven’t already dug into this book, I’d highly suggest that you pick it up. It’s some serious literary candy, guaranteed to give your brain cavities. I’m already looking forward to the eventual movie.
