Woop, there I is!

Speaking with my brother tonight I realized there is another option for me in my quest to flee the people of this city. Perhaps a bunker is unnecessary. The answer, like others, involves our friend science! I loved Mr. Wizard as a kid and even as a semi-adult the Beakman's world show was fun. Pop on the Science channel or Discovery for just about anything and I'm there. So the latest easy solution to my problems we've decided is teleportation!

My wife bristles at the thought of moving back to St. Louis due to the fact that the sun shines there and makes things all sweaty. Given her genetic inheritances, which mostly involve all the translucent fair-skinned qualities of the Irish, I understand her reluctance. However, living in a snow-bank half the year hardly qualifies as the sweet life to me. Add to this the city full of A-holes dilemma and my yearning for Toasted Ravioli and what do you do? The solution, of course, lies in teleportation.

On the phone with my brother tonight I had this epiphany as we both commiserated on "what are you doing for dinner tonight?" I wanted toasted ravioli's, St. Louis style pizza, or a sandwich from a St. Louis locally owned chain of beef restaurants called Lion's choice. He was intrigued by the prospect of a house-slice of pizza and an Italian beef sandwich from a Chicago locally owned chain called Garibaldi's. To this end I suggested "we should teleport each other some chow and solve our culinary ennui!"

This brought me to another thought. How amazing would it be to be able to buy a home for 100,000 or less in some state with next to no taxes and no people nearby, then teleport back to Chicago for the day for work and maybe a meal? Would anyone live in a city anymore if they had the option to leave the noise, taxes, and oppressive government behind when work or play ended? The only way to solve these questions is to teleport. Scientists, chop chop!