As I was driving from Washington to New York yesterday, I needed to make a stop to get a bite to eat and relieve myself, so I pulled off the NJ Turnpike into one of the turnpike's many reststops, only to discover that I had inadvertently chosen the "Woodrow Wilson" reststop. You can imagine my horror. Both that I had chosen this reststop - and that New Jersey, which otherwise seems like a perfectly reasonable state, would name one of its reststops after a man so richly deserving a beating. But what could I do...the next one wasn't for 22 miles. I did kick the building for good measure, but it seemed to have no effect.
Also, the store inside didn't have the usual selection of overpriced crappy CD's. How will bands like Saxon earn their royalties now?
Finally, no Bill, I didn't stop in Baltimore on the way.