Snowflakes in Hell

Bitter tells it.  At least I think it was his bus.  I can’t imagine what other bus would be escorted by several state police cruisers, and several suburbans with black windows.  Obama was also in my neck of the woods yesterday.   Ran into the caravan headed north on I-95 toward New Jersey on my way to the gun club.  Good news is the feds aren’t monitoring bluetooth or cell traffic, since I’m pretty sure my statement to Bitter on the cell “That’s probably one caravan that’s rolling with more firepower than I am” would have prompted some kind of action to pull me over, and for six guys in suits armed with submachine guns to start going over my vehicle and my person with a fine tooth comb.