We mentioned we’d be taking a journey to some rustic enclaves. Well, here we are. 5:00 pm, November tenth. Entering town of Newtown. Seven miles west of the state border, twenty-nine miles north of the city line. Never seen so many trees in our lives. As W.C. Fields would say, we’d rather be here than Philadelphia.
We hope you’ll join us for our first stop.
In the words of Special Agent Dale Cooper: “Harry, I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.”
