My beautiful wife and I have pretty much checked out this weekend. I had a work issue come up Friday night, we went birthday present shopping yesterday, and went to a birthday party today. The rest of the weekend has been split between sleeping late and flaking out. It’s been heaven.
Right now we are watching a Ken Burns documentary on a guy named Horatio Nelson Jackson. Who the hell is that?
In 1903 he was in San Francisco and made a bet. Some one said, I bet you $50 you can’t drive an automobile from here to New York. Four days later, Jackson was on the road to New York.
Although there were no actual paved roads. There were also no maps. There were also no gas stations. There were also no auto mechanics. His car was basically a buggy with a little motor. How it got him across town, I’ll never know.
That didn’t stop this nut job from hitting the road though. We’ve got a half hour left in the show. Hopefully I will be able to post again later saying that his story ended in New York. We’ll see.
I have never seen a Ken Burns documentary that I didn’t seriously enjoy. This is no exception.
Thanks, Ken Burns!
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