April Evening

Last night, The Great Plotnik went out onto his deck to take a picture so he could make sure the software into Ducknik's laptop was working correctly. This was the view, the view that the Plots never take for granted. Usually, they sit outside at night, on the few nights a year that it's not too windy, and say to themselves "if we were in Argentina, or in Turkey, or in Portugal, we'd think this was the most beautiful sight we'd ever seen. Tell me again, why do we ever leave here?"

The answer, of course, is for the empanadas. It sure ain't for the coffee. Tomorrow the Plots head out for Fort Payne, Alabama, Chatanooga, Tennessee and Somerset, Kentucky. Fly into Atlanta and out of Nashville. Mmmm, bbq. Erin, are you all set?