I woke up in Boone… North Carolina.

At least I assume that’s where we are, given the antics of the crooner on WZJS-FM the local country music station coming in loud and clear, and The High Country Press Newspaper my new lover is handing me as he gets back in the car having filled it up with gas.  Mmmmmm the smell of coffee.  The sun is just peaking over the hills and he has taken us many miles on his driver shift.  I’ve been lucky to sleep through the night and feel ready to take a turn behind the wheel.  I am vaguely aware that the university downtown there sounds just the same as the students stumbling around my home town’s downtown.  But, how did I end up in the Blue Ridge Mountains?