"Scranton did not go as expected. The Bog is about a 15 minute walk from the bus station but I never got there. After changing my pants, I walked down Lackawanna Avenue toward Adams when a 1975 Chrysler Cordoba (rich Corinthan leather) pulled up next to me. The license plate read "CENTAUR." But for a little rust here and there, she was in immaculate condition. A WWII veteran wearing an old Yankee jacket rolled down the window and said "We've been expecting you. Get in." So I did. The fine interior felt so good after 16+ hours in the Greyhound. It smelled of Corinthia, or what I like to think Corinthia would smell like. My driver handed me a tin cup of what he called "your ration of Torpedo Juice" and, after a gulp or two of the pineapple-infused concoction, I don't remember anything. I woke up in the bus station a short time ago with a 1992 Bishop Hannan High School Yearbook in my lap. After flipping through, I realize that was the year Gerry McNamara graduated. The yearbook is in pristine condition save for one inscription. "The AV Club won't be the same without you! Keep in touch, John and Suz". I leave for Tampa in a few hours with more questions than answers, a pineapple-sized stain on my favorite jeans, and fighting a terrible pineapple-infused hangover. I've got to charge my phone and find some eggs."

I'm Bill White is chasing the mystery of John, Suzyn, Nettles and everything.