The Tour de France has been going on for a little while. I've found that I now enjoy watching it on TV. I think I've found a new appreciation for it.

I spent the night in Millston, an unincorporated township, which I've come to learn just means a remarkably small town.

I spent the evening at the 300 Club, where I ordered a mushroom and swiss sandwich. I guess they think "sandwich" means "burger" here because it was just a mushroom and swiss burger.

There was live music, a band that plays both kinds of music: country and western. A bunch of old women were square dancing (??? I think??) and so after a couple rounds, I got up and joined them, doing the moves with a bunch of geriatric women. It was fun.

Two Harley dudes in Millston were talking to me. I mentioned that I keep a journal. They said I should write about them, "two funny old guys I met in Millston." So, Gene and Pete, I did write about you.