dork alert

i spent 30 minutes today playing with GOOGLE MAPS. that's right, these things happen when you're forced to sit at a desk for 8 hours a day and you don't always have a lot of things to do. and by "don't always" i mean "never." the specific game i was playing with google maps is something i like to call "where does this road go?" ok, so i don't really call it that because you, dear readers, are the first people i've ever said it to. yet i digress.

"where does this road go?" consists of me starting a location in baltimore on google maps and scrolling along a certain road until it ends. apparently, york road ends somewhere north of york, after it turns into the "susquehanna trail." falls road turns into a dirt road somewhere around gunpowder falls state park. very interesting. not.

i used to always tell terry that someday i wanted to get on the york road down near our neighborhood, where it's called greenmount ave and even though michael would frown on me for saying this i refuse to get out of the car. then i'd keep driving north, past the senator, past towson, then into pennsylvania.

"i wonder if the york road goes to york," i'd always tell terry. he'd just give me a look, like, a), why do you care and b) i'm sure as heck not gonna be there in the car when you find out and c) of course it does. he's coming back in december. i'll gas up the car and tempt him into it with promises of panera bread or chipotle. he'll wonder why we drive right by them, as i maniacally steer the car into pennsylvania.