America is Great, but Indiana is Still Lame

Crossing the border back into the greatly under appreciated USA last night, I learned two things:

1) Canada is a waste of a country (Imagine if you tried to copy America and got all the important things wrong)

and

2) The US Border security obviously does not feel threatened by Georgians. It took us all of 8 minutes to cross back into Michigan from Ontario, with a van packed to the seems with stuff, and the officer didn't even look inside. Oh well.

Writing this, I am stuck in a coffee shop in the downtown of a Chicagoland suburb waiting on our producer to show up to retrieve the company gear. I just want to get out of The City of Obama in the Land of Lincoln, but the the hell of driving across Indiana still awaits us. Tis a grim day.

A display immediately inside the door of an Indiana Wal-Mart. In Indiana, they don't beat around the Busch.

Last night after we crossed back into Michigan (another essentially worthless state) we stopped at a Cracker Barrel to eat dinner. The food, as you know, is "country style" and all pretty much traditional Southern fare. So the food looked like Southern food, and had the same names as Southern food (country fried steak, greens, cornbread) but none of it tasted even remotely right. My cabbage was brown, the greens tasted like plain salty water, and the cornbread was not even worthy of the name. Which reminds me; they have sweet iced tea in Ontario, but it is so lemon flavored you might as well be drinking an Arnold Palmer.

I know you readers probably want delicious anecdotes, and I will bring them to you as soon as I am back in Atlanta and in front of a computer for nine hours a day again.

I leave you with a picture of one of Port Elgin, Ontario's legendary sunsets over Lake Huron.