Yesterday I drove to Cleveland, OH, then turned right around and came back again. Why, you ask, would I submit myself to 14 hours of driving? To pick up Sue's cat, Ickle. He didn't have a home and he was going to go to a shelter unless someone could take care of him. Brian and Karen offered to take care of him, but they're in the DC area too, and they couldn't make the trip. I wouldn't go so far as to say the trip was fun, but it was certainly interesting. I'd never been to Ohio, and I've only been to Pennsylvania once: my dad and stepmom wanted to visit Scranton, PA, the city in Harry Chapin's song "30,000 Pounds of Bananas". I also drove by Pittsburg and through Cleveland, and I drove on both the Ohio and Pennsylvania turnpikes.
