Dear Diary: A day spent in flyover country on a whistle-stop tour in my impressive bus. It is not the gilded horse-drawn carriage that would more properly fit my exalted position, but there you go. It is important for my political optics that I be seen with crowds of enraptured ordinary folk. To this end, we made a stop at the Kosy Corners Family Restaurant in Oak Harbor, Ohio, where the team ordered burgers and I magnanimously interacted with some gray-haired ladies while a photographer appeared as if from nowhere [in fact, from my bus] to record the momentous event. Noblesse oblige I always say [for you plebians who lack my remarkable grasp of languages, that's French for being polite to your inferiors.] Then we journeyed onward with anonymous places flashing past the dark-tinted bus windows. Eventually we came to Akron, which I am honoring with my presence overnight. My trip director Marv Nicholson has brought my back-up blankey, Boo-boo-Two, so I can soothe myself to sleep. Barry love Boo-boo-Two...um-num-num-um...zzzzzz...
