Neon Lines.

Drove through CT, a corner of MA, and into NY for a friend's friends' band's show (whew!). We stopped at this Package Store (Liquor Store for those of you in other areas of the country) on the way up for supplies. It was waaaay out in the boonies of CT, and it smelled like manure in the parking lot.

The clerk also heavily scrutinized our IDs. I wonder how old you are before that stops.