Galdrey sent the email to the national office. Everything was proceeding as planned.
The area was too remote for a groundbreaking ceremony, the project not prestigious enough for corporate to make a big deal.
They told Galdrey he’d get a commemorative gold shovel when he got back to Trenton.
The town had a gas station, a diner, a card shop.
And three blocks away from Galdrey, he swore he saw a bar. His eyesight wasn’t great, but he’d swear he saw a neon beer mug.
He was gonna be here for two months. Hoped the place was decent.
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