The Fog and George Jones

Yesterday I made a quick back and forth trip to Harrisburg. I hate driving, but I can usually tolerate this route. I fired up a podcast (my latest obsession in that area is "Cocaine and Rhinestones", season 2) and tried to empty my head of all the bad stuff that's been building up in there. Once you get out of the Scranton/WB corridor of 81, the road opens up, and for the next 2 hours it's pretty leisurely. Unless of course you drive into an absolute wall of fog so thick that even if you wanted to pull off the road you couldn't because you can't see the shoulder.