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[The Good Reverend Roger]

My mistake. I saw an allegory where none was intended. This happens to me a lot.
Please do not take my lack of timely response as disrespect. I'm often going to be hopping in and out of PD.com trying to find time to interact as I can.

I liked the post and saw a parallel to other things in what you described. Good day to you also sir.

Tucson has no allegory.  It isn't possible.  It does exactly what it says on the label.

Same with the other two places.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I think I started in Providence. I'm trying to get to Portland. Anything to stave off the inevitable arrival in Tucson. Anything.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I think I started in Providence. I'm trying to get to Portland. Anything to stave off the inevitable arrival in Tucson. Anything.

At no point should you make a left turn.  Even to get gasoline.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I think I started in Providence. I'm trying to get to Portland. Anything to stave off the inevitable arrival in Tucson. Anything.

At no point should you make a left turn.  Even to get gasoline.

No, sir. I'm going to take my map and cut off the lower part. Or scribble that part out with black marker and write "HERE THERE BE MONSTERS" in neon paint. Nothing will exist in my happy little travels save a path to Portland. And if I hear the desert, if I hear Tucson calling me. If I see anything that isn't a bridge dancing across my path . . .

Well I'll just close my eyes, turn the wheel to the right, and drive faster.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I think I started in Providence. I'm trying to get to Portland. Anything to stave off the inevitable arrival in Tucson. Anything.

At no point should you make a left turn.  Even to get gasoline.

No, sir. I'm going to take my map and cut off the lower part. Or scribble that part out with black marker and write "HERE THERE BE MONSTERS" in neon paint. Nothing will exist in my happy little travels save a path to Portland. And if I hear the desert, if I hear Tucson calling me. If I see anything that isn't a bridge dancing across my path . . .

Well I'll just close my eyes, turn the wheel to the right, and drive faster.

For further advice, consult the old movie "Devil Rain".  If you see Ernest Borgnine in the road, RUN HIM OVER.