I’m posting this from the public library in Murphy, North Carolina (until recently, the infamous “home” of Eric Rudolph). A word of advice: when you’re planning a three-cornered trip, don’t take it for granted that it will be a small journey from one part of a state to another.
Case in point: it was about 450 miles from our home in PA to the Outer Banks in North Carolina. It was 550 miles from the Outer Banks to Murphy, North Carolina past the Smoky Mountains. Yes, a ten hour trip from the NC coast to its inner mountains.
One a somewhat related note, I have completely reversed my militant stand against in-car VCR systems. It has saved my life and quite possibly our family from a tragic dependence on duct tape and valium (assuming I knew where to find some valium). You can likely deduce which item would be used on which family members.
I will post a funny (or possibly tragic, depending on your point of view) trip log later.
Oh, and I meant that Murphy was home to Rudolph (when he was captured), not the public library itself.