I have never been to Ohio - well, no, I was there once. I drove to Cincinnati with management and her sister. They have pretty nice rest stops in Ohio. The chili in Cincinnati is supposed to be awesome. Just between us, I would not drive to Cincinnati for chili. If you want Cincinnati chili, just open up a can of kidney beans (preferrably on sale) and sprinkle some chili powder on them.
The boss was in charge of her older biped aunt who kept locking herself out of her house at three o'clock in the morning. Also she called the fire department 36 times, because she smelled smoke. Then there was the man looking in the frosted glass window. OK. You get the picture.
I went along to spread mirth and good cheer. I was supposed to distract Aunt M. so they could get a look at her checkbook in case she gave all her money away to Orel Roberts University. Besides, she had some rich neighbors, and I thought I could sell them shares in my investment fund, The Arthur Corgi Self-Endowment.
In case you missed it, the buzzards are back in Hinckley. They are not buzzards. They are vultures. I insist on accuracy.
When you drive to Ohio, in Indiana there is a giant garbage dump. They have other thigs in Indiana, too. But if you want to see vultures, it is a good spot. They sold their toll road in Indiana to people from Australia and Spain. That is pretty low down, not down under.
Tomorrow in California, the land of fruits and nuts, swallows arrive in San Juan Capistrano. (Swallows are birds.) They have better chili in San Juan Capistrano than Cincinnati. In Hinckley, Ohio, they have a doughnut shop. I would enjoy a visit to Hinckley, as long as they have chocolate glazed and cream and sugar for my coffee.
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