I think this one has to be filed under "posting from unexpected places"...
I've found a hot-spot... and not just for wi-fi (although it seems to be the only working wireless access point for many miles around).
I'm sitting in the Purple Fiddle, in Thomas, West Virginia.It has a justifiably excellent reputation for live music (mostly bluegrass) several evenings a week, but is also just a really pleasant place to hang out. The beer's pretty good, too.
It all seems a very long way from more warnings of heavy rain, and the announcement that bidding has opened for slices of the ID Card Programme pie. Where I am, if they offer you pie, it's more likely to be lemon, cherry or key lime. Yesterday, more out of curiosity and greed than anything else, I asked if I could have just a small slice. The waitress looked very doubtful.
"We..eee..lll,", she said after some thought... "I'll go ask, but I don't know if she can cut a small piece. Look around y'all... they don't really know what a small slice is 'round here."
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