The Hodge in Exile

That’s right, folks.

I’m calling myself “the Hodge.”

Why? Because when you’re in downtown Wilmington, DE, you gots to fit in, yo. Peter just doesn’t cut it. The Hodge is in full effect.

We now return from the Twilight Zone.

Seriously though, here’s a couple of things that I learned in my nearly twenty four hours here:

1. Delaware sucks, but not as badly as New Jersey.
2. Traffic in Dallas at least makes sense. Here they have fewer roads and fewer cars, and somehow the net result is still congestion.  People aren’t polite about it here, either. In Texas, at least, if you piss someone off, they’ll just go around you; they may or may not tell you that you’re “number one.” Here, they honk at you, roll down their windows and curse at you, then they tell you that you’re number one. If you run into them again through happenstance in traffic, they remember. They threaten your dog when they see you again and their fury is renewed. Too bad Delaware doesn’t recognize the Texas gun laws.
3. Several neighborhoods around here are in serious need of Extreme Home Makeover. I mean, really. The whole crackhouse with a freeway view is so last decade.
4. No one in Delaware must want to open a decent restaurant, because all I see up here are chains. I can eat chain restaurants at home.
5. While the cat is away, the mice will play. If I recall, today is Tuesday, which makes this a podcast day, yet I don’t see a podcast. Hmm…