Random discoveries: two-thirds the surface area of the continental United States is Pennsylvania, every other trucker on I-476 smokes crank at the wheel, and the remaining half are fresh out of the stuff and want my car down a ditch.

Otherwise, a relatively uneventful trip so far. Except…

During the Wife’s driving spell, somewhere in Ohio, I called an old friend about a story idea we tossed around ten years ago. My question was what happened with it, because the premise was comedic gold. Always I had wondered if he wrote it. He did not, though he remembered our drunken conversation near a golf course and some bits of dialog.

So I asked if he minded if I ran with it, as the concept was entirely his idea. He agreed. I now take back everything evil I’ve said about lawyers; there is one who has a soul and a sense of propriety. And this story will be a good project because it’s impossible for me to think about the idea for more than sixty seconds without chuckling.

True, what punches my buttons may only resonate with those who share my brand of humor, which who the hell knows how many people that really is, but I can deal with that possibility. If nothing else, I’ll bring enthusiasm to the page.

Last thought, a slow hotel Internet connection is better than no connection.