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Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

As I mentioned in a previous post, Youngest Gel has been at camp these past two weeks.  Ol’ Robbo went to fetch her today.  The camp, for those of you who may have forgotten, is in southwest Pennsylvania maybe an hour from Pittsburgh.

It occurred to me on the way home that if the Gel does wind up going to school in Ohio as is currently being noodled, she’d be driving the same route we take back and forth between camp and Port Swiller Manor nestled away in Northern Virginny.  The idea of the Gel dealing with the Alleghanies, the mysteries of the Breezewood, PA interchange, South Mountain, I-270, and miles and miles of lunatic Murrland drivers does not give me much of a warm feeling inside.  (Nor does the fact that the first time she’d likely try it solo** would be coming home for Christmas.  I’ve been in the Laurel Highlands on I-70 in a snowstorm and it ain’t fun.)


* Well, yes it does give me a warm feeling, but that’s just my ulcer acting up.

** Assuming the Gel couldn’t find anyone else who wanted to bum a ride, would it be reasonable for a parental unit to fly out and then ride home with her, at least the first time?  Or is that both extravagance and helicoptering?  These are questions which will need to be debated, and probably sooner rather than later.

UPDATE:  Oh, I forgot to mention.  The obvious answer is that the Gel doesn’t really need a car at school, but that’s not part of the conditions under which Ol’ Robbo is playing out this no-win scenario.  (You don’t know Mrs. R.)  Were I able to somehow get this option incorporated into the menu, it would be the equivalent of Kirk reprogramming the computer so that he could rescue the Kobayashi Maru.



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