At the end of my favorite movie, Doc Brown says to an unsuspecting Marty McFly: “Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” Allow me to add my own Future-istic spin to that line:Road? What we’re writing, we don’t need road.
Hit the road, road. You’re an Interstate 70 wannabe, running through the middle of the Centennial State. Things started off well enough. C-O-L- That’s where we hit a roadblock. The o and the r in the middle of the state changed coordinates, leaving us with a rocky road in the state famous for its Rocky Mountains. Transpose those two letters and we’ll be on the road to recovery.
[Note to the person transcribing the TV listings: Let’s not go down this road again.]
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