Out Road Trip: Time Warp

This cabin is as big as every apartment I've had in New York, combined.

There's nothing quite like waking up in a sun-dappled cabin in the Vermont woods. Oh wait, what's that you say Brattleboro KOA? Why, you've put out pots of fresh herbs for all the guests?

This explains all the conversations about "herb" and "pot" I've been overhearing from dreadlocked campers.

Vermont really is an aggressively nice place. Also, Brattleboro is definitely caught in some Lost-ian time warp. I haven't seen that much flannel, tribal tattoos, tie-dye, and tevas since I went to the Horde concert in 1996 (Rusted Root!! Woo!) 

Don't believe me? Here's my crowning argument: independent bookstores! The town is full of them. I counted at least three.

For those of you in your teens, a bookstore is kind of like Amazon or iTunes, but with walls. And a book is... ah, fuck it.