Later, a supposedly homeless guy showed up at the office saying that he got off the train at the wrong stop, and needed money to get to Rockville.  Well, we're at the end of the line.

On the way to PA, I saw a large cloud of black smoke over I-70.  A large pickup truck was on fire, completely engulfed in flames, on the southbound on-ramp.  My first thought was all these people topping off their tanks and filling up gas cans to beat the rising prices.

We had bought a coal/wood stove at a yard sale, but my wife talked me into a pellet stove instead.  The local dealer said he had already sold seventy of them this month and was running ragged.  He was expecting higher prices and fuel surcharges on his next delivery.  Now my brother-in-law wants one.  

I've got to put more insulation in the basement.