During a rather lively phone call with my father (at 20 cents a minute, he likes to remind me), he took the time to berate me for having neglected this travel blog for a while. Ironically, he chose to make this point while perusing a selection of barbecues in San Antonio, Texas, studiously avoiding working on the presentation he had to make the next day. Meanwhile, I am crouched over 1375-page textbook, futilely trying to understand Chaucer's Troilus and Criseyde , an epic poem of such considerable girth that I could probably drop it out of my window and break the neck of that irritating barnyard goose that always keeps me up at night. (Seriously, if that goose didn't belong to the head porter, he would be toast.) So as Dad satisfies his manly urge to
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