I am alive, however no cell signal in West Virginia. Not even for verizon… I’m in the hotel diner/ lobby to get wifi, on iPod. The weather channel pauses for obituaries. If it weren’t for the modern cars and franchise food chains being perpetually facelifted, I would believe it was the early 1980s.
ACTUALLY since I get no cell signal, my phone doesn’t get remotely told what the time and date are. So it defaulted to January 5, 1980 when I turned it on to attempt checking the time.
Hospitality is great. As i’ve been sitting here typing on my tiny future computer, the hotel owner/operator brought me a pepsi and some popcorn. They’re too nice for me to believe it’s drugged. If worse comes to worse I did tuck my HK in my waistband when I left the room. So, only a little paranoid in Marlinton WV.
Me being paranoid of WV is just the natural human reaction to being out of ones element. Half of my DNA comes from this one little town stuck way far out in the mountains (the other half from a slightly larger town stuck way far out in the mountains of PA). My Mom told me stories of family history stretching back to the 1800s. The on again off again thesis I have about the multi-faceted nature of America was literally playing itself out in front of my eyes on this whole trip.
And I recommend Stony Creek Inn if you happen to be passing through Marlinton for one reason or another, very retro.
And in an IGA grocery store on the way they literally had a gun isle. Guns for sale at a grocery store.
And my trip to WV had NOTHING to do with my trip to DE. Just very odd timing.