Good Friday Travel (Almost)

Along about Stanley WI, we realized we had come away without my black slacks. (Anyone remember that song by Joe Bennett and the Sparkletones?) So a stop in Hudson is needed. Target appears beneath our rearview mirror, and as we wander through the men’s section, what to our wandering eyes should appear but this:

We don’t take it personally, however, knowing this refers to fictional Hawkins, Indiana. It could refer to very real Hawkins, Wisconsin, though.

Mission accomplished insofar as slacks are concerned. The hotel in Bloomington is our parknfly option. Bofin, our car, will await our corporeal revenance patiently and through all weathers. A leisurely supper in the bar precedes the ceremony of de-tagging the new slacks and bedtime in preparation for the Saturday afternoon’s flight to ORD and then overnight to DUB, courtesy of the levitating leprechauns of Aer Lingus.