I pulled into New London, Indiana mostly because the boys were complaining and the El Camino was near empty. I wouldn’t have stayed but while pumping my gas I noticed a chair for rent in a barber shop across the street.
The shop was grungy and old. The owner wasn’t though. You don’t usually see someone that flamboyant in a small town. His name is Gus and was happy to see some one wanting to rent his chair. I told him I would be in the next day and paid the first week up front.
As I walked back to the El Camino a dark mist began to descend on the town. This didn’t worry me much. There always seems to be a dark mist when I decide to stay some where. I am used to it now.