After several days on the road, I’m now home. Here’s proof:

I guess I should have him holding a copy of today’s newspaper to really prove it, but I’m hoping I’m considered a trustworthy reporter.

The best part of the final leg of travel was when my Ipod shuffled up a Funkadelic song when I drove past Clinton, South Carolina.

Incidentally, if there are any city planners reading this, you could do far worse than basing a community around George Clinton’s design aesthetic. It would be even better if you looked to Bootsy Collins for inspiration.