Achille's Heel

Troy just isn't what it used to be, Achilles wouldn't recognize the place. About all that's here is a truck-stop and Chinese takeout. (The sweet and sour pork's not bad) Not much happened today, a lovely drive through some pretty countryside. Rolling hills smothered in woods just tinged with Autumn color. Arriving in St. Louis we picked up the spare tire, lest we break down again, and headed out, passing the arch and crossing the river to arrive in Troy, Illinois. Hey, Paris, Helen won't give it up for you even once more after bringing her here!