Yesterday, when I came out of Walmart, there were two ladies peering at Rocinante, which now has a Paraguay license plate on it, given to me by my brother. They were getting into an ancient, beat-up Jeep Cherokee parked right next to me. When I got to the Jeep, they asked where Paraguay was. After I described where it is, one of the ladies said, “Can you drive there from here?” Initially, I assumed that she was asking if I had driven from there, and that was why I had the license plate. However, after I told her that you can, indeed, drive there from here, a funny thing happened. The other lady started trying to talk her out of it, as though this was the sort of thing that had happened before. There’s got to be a fascinating story in there somewhere, and I wish I had had more time to stay and chat.