Six hours, three hundred eighty miles, one very large coffee, and a tank and a half of gas later, I find myself at the home of my brother and sister-in-law in Washington, PA.  For reference, Washington is probably about 30 miles south-southwest of Pittsburgh, close to the southwest corner of Pennsylvania.

This is my third trip out here since my first Thanksgiving trip a year ago with three of the four trips being by car.  I flew out here in August to dog/cat/bunny/goldfish watch while my brother and his wife went on their honeymoon.  It’s a pretty safe bet that I’ll never do that again.  From the time I had left my apartment in August to get to the airport, got on the plane, flew here, got my bags, and my brother had driven us back to the house, I’d have arrived by car about the same time.  I’m not even going to talk about the horror show that was my flight back.

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