Station wagon, The Hill neighborhood, St. Louis, MO. I think it's an Italian neighborhood. I know I ate an Italian sandwich.
Bryan Station Rd, named after the Bryans (I'm a Bryan) who traveled through the area (near current Lexington, KY) with the Daniel Boones and others around 1775. And White Castle.
On Bryan Station Road, an historical marker.
I think this church dates from way back when, but it's currently a much more modern building.
Kentucky, with horses (on scenic Bryan Station Rd.).
This is, I shit you not, the world's tallest 3 story building, located in historic downtown Paris, KY USA.
This burger comes with bacon and sour cream and swiss cheese and it tastes real good. It also comes with a bourbon (being in Kentucky) poured by a 17 year old who wanted me to be drunk and wanted Sarah to drive drunk. Have no fear, Sarah wouldn't let me drive because of the clutch smell I created that one time, so I drank and she drove.
Sarah on the left, me on the other side. Some guy checking out the city folk.
Delicious Maryland crab cake at John Steven, on the Chesapeake Bay in Baltimore.
Across the street is the Chesapeake Bay. Is this where that crab came from? Bummer.
The sun sets in New Jersey on the home stretch.
Back in Brooklyn.
Station wagon, The Hill neighborhood, St. Louis, MO. I think it's an Italian neighborhood. I know I ate an Italian sandwich.
Bryan Station Rd, named after the Bryans (I'm a Bryan) who traveled through the area (near current Lexington, KY) with the Daniel Boones and others around 1775. And White Castle.
On Bryan Station Road, an historical marker.
I think this church dates from way back when, but it's currently a much more modern building.
Kentucky, with horses (on scenic Bryan Station Rd.).
This is, I shit you not, the world's tallest 3 story building, located in historic downtown Paris, KY USA.
This burger comes with bacon and sour cream and swiss cheese and it tastes real good. It also comes with a bourbon (being in Kentucky) poured by a 17 year old who wanted me to be drunk and wanted Sarah to drive drunk. Have no fear, Sarah wouldn't let me drive because of the clutch smell I created that one time, so I drank and she drove.
Sarah on the left, me on the other side. Some guy checking out the city folk. 
Delicious Maryland crab cake at John Steven, on the Chesapeake Bay in Baltimore.
Across the street is the Chesapeake Bay. Is this where that crab came from? Bummer.
The sun sets in New Jersey on the home stretch.
Back in Brooklyn.
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