Are We There Yet?

Chapter Twelve

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"For fugs sake..."

"Hurry up! When your pappy was a boy..."

"Ok. When my papa was a boy, his papa needed a safe place to stow him once in a little while and from time to time."

"Why? Why? Why?"

"Well, sometimes his papa needed to go to Wyoming and be a cowboy. Other times he needed to travel light and keep outta sight and go real deep into Elvis country."

"There was no Elvis then! Elvis weren’t even bored yet."

"Well, it wasn’t called Elvis country back then, but was even more Gothic."

"What’s Gothic?"

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"For fugs sake..."

"Hurry up! When your pappy was a boy..."

"Ok. When my papa was a boy, his papa needed a safe place to stow him once in a little while and from time to time."

"Why? Why? Why?"

"Well, sometimes his papa needed to go to Wyoming and be a cowboy. Other times he needed to travel light and keep outta sight and go real deep into Elvis country."

"There was no Elvis then! Elvis weren’t even bored yet."

"Well, it wasn’t called Elvis country back then, but was even more Gothic."

"What’s Gothic?"