. . . veers into the Maryland-Virginia-D.C. area.
I hope my East Coast friends are looking out for covered wagons. Keep a lookout for my great-great grandfather out there—he’s the one whose wagon train occupants are eating the food they packed, rather than . . . other forms of meat. IYKWIMAITTD.
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One ill advised snack and you are labeled for generations. I, too, hate it when that happens.
Hey, its the other white meat.