The Super Bowl adventure begins

It begins.

Mrs. PFT and yours truly are rolling to Dallas, in a bus.  Not the ’68 VW bus.  And not with a ticket on Greyhound.

It’s a full-sized, 10-wheel, two-bathroom, full-kitchen bus with desks and TVs and a refrigerator and no booze that I have managed to find.


We’re making a mostly-non-stop trip to Dallas.  And I’ll be posting stories the whole way.

Things will get very interesting if/when I find the booze.