Rest Day. And what a rest day it was. Lisa and I ran errands (laundry, preparation for flag day, bike maintenance, etc) while Melissa sat at a local bar and graded the TOEFL exam online. Convinced that we were just scammers from a nearby town trying to score some free food and especially dubious of Mel’s bar office, our new friends did everything in their power to make us comfortable and happy. Scott even made us honorary volunteer firemen.
At night, there was entertainment from the very energetic Vocal Trash, and I resisted Lisa and Mel’s encouragement to fight the children for the peppermints thrown out into the audience. The band complained about how hard their week had been, their struggle to get to “God’s country.” We’re pretty sure our week was harder. We thought about staying in DuBois for the rest of the summer, but fearing we’d wear out our welcome, we headed back into the hills of Pennsylvania.
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