This may surprise some of you who've been reading this site over the years, but every now and then I like to escape the minimum-security prison known as Oklahoma and go on tax-deductible business trips to other cities. My accountant advised that I do this so I can learn about new places and how they differ from Oklahoma, and then share my experiences with you on this site.
As a result, I'm writing this blog posting from a very green, super huge tree-lined suburb just west of Philadelphia. I feel like I'm in a totally different country. Everything is clean, the roads are curvy, and I think I've counted a grand total of three pickup trucks since my plane landed on Friday. No lie, I'm pretty sure there are more pickups in the Twin Peaks parking lot on I-40 than the entire Philly metro area combined. Also, they have these stores called Wawa on every other corner. They're kind of like one of those weird 7-Elevens that doesn't sell gas combined with a sad mall food court. When I first heard someone say "I need to go to Wawa," I literally thought they had to go to the bathroom.