We continued north on I-79 through Pennsylvania, stopping north of Pittsburgh again for fuel, food, and a pit stop. We eventually reached the intercha...nge at exit 166, and left I-79 to take US 6 to Union City some nineteen miles away. Nick pointed out Edinboro University as we passed it on US 6. We arrived in Union City just before 1830 that evening and took Main Street with all of its preserved buildings north through town to Waterford Street before turning right onto Murray Street and driving. I just ate and ate til that thing died, which didn't happen until I had polished off a second helping of four pancakes and everyone except Uncle Don (was he hiding a boner, too?) had finished, and Aunt Linda cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen.It was a lazy Sunday, and we all just lay around the house watching TV, and trading stories about my mom and dad. Aunt Linda was a great source of information about my father and some of the stupid things he did as a kid. During one of these. A bit unexpectedly Clay delves his hand into his back pocket, anxiously pulling out his wallet. He opens it up and searches through it, counting what little bit he does have. ‘Umm…’ he blushes sheepishly, pulling out a ten and a couple ones. He holds 17 dollars up in front of me, and already he knows it’s not even worth trying. ‘Was worth a shot at least,’ he laughs a bit dejectedly. ‘Can’t blame a guy for trying.’ I don’t know whether it’s a generous thought or a wicked one, but I get one in. Maine apni mummy se keh diya tha, ki mujhe career nahi banana tha. Aur wo mera college poora hote hi meri ek ache ladke se shaadi karwa de.Jab main college mein thi, tabhi se mere ghar walo ne mere liye ladka dekhna shuru kar diya tha. Par har rishte mein kuch na kuch aisi kami hoti thi, jiski wajah se naa ho jati thi. Finally mujhe ek bahut hi handsome ladke ki profile online mili. Ye rishta mere shehar noida ka hi tha.Ladke ka naam Rachit tha, I mean hai. Wo mujhe pehli hi nazar mein bha gaya.