In my mind, the concept of producing a guided tour of the meatrack, showing the most efficient path from Cherry Grove to the Pines was a solid one. But for whatever reasons, several mitigating factors were forgotten:
- Keeping the camera up and my eyesight down was as difficult as walking and chewing gum for this blonde. So mostly the camera was pointing down. Making it more of a tour of my shoes.
- There exists a capacity for me to talk incessantly. Especially if there is a recording device in my hand.
- Remembering to talk about the subject at hand flew out the window at the first distraction.
- The sound of my own voice is weird to me.
- The subject matter at hand is visually repetitive.
So, for your amusement, please find below a guideless guide for getting from the Grove to the Pines. With bonus philosophical ramblings about such deep thoughts as "bothers" and "bullshittery".
