Chapter Three

Backwoods Buffoon Exhausted from an early morning and a ridiculously long day of travel, I grab my bags from the carousel and trudge to the street exit. Seriously, how did a two hour flight turn into seven hours of travel? The stupid layover wasn’t long enough to leave the airport and explore, but long enough to be a giant pain in the neck, that’s how. I hate traveling. As I exit through the automatic doors and look across the expanse of blue sky and open fields, I admit