Whenever I drive through the great plains, I wish for fresh produce. You’d think it’d be the place to find it, but it’s harder than you think if you’re not local and don’t know where to go.
I admit, i don’t quite remember (or can figure out) why they need to be playing “Peter Pan.”
Funny how things you’ve written which make perfect sense at the time can become so distant.
(annnnd…. I still think it’s a funny gag in the end, so I’m happy)