Slept in too goddamned late. Had 40 minutes to check out Burlington and Lake Champlain. It was nice and I have fond memories of the last time I was there (for my F.B.I.L.’s graduation) because I bought my copy of, “The Tin Drum,” which is a top 3 book for me. Other than that there’s a lot of crunchy granola walking around and the town gave birth to Phish. I don’t care if it’s a cliché to hate them. It’s not a cliché to hate Pol Pot and it shouldn’t be to hate them. Still Burlington’s earnestness provided for some lovely organic fresh cave-aged local-sourced food. And Lake Champlain was as always stunning, especially in its frozen state.
Then we drove to Philadelphia.