Say what you will about The Spin's penchant for impunctuality; we know when to show up on time. Even after a near two-hour car ride to a dank hole in the ground in McMinnville, even when it involves being wrangled and herded down a path with confused-looking hipsters and families led by tour guides—all looking more than a bit like cattle—we know when to show up on time. And as we descended into the depths of the Cumberland Caverns, we overheard a preteen ask his father, "How long did it take 'em to build this?" Damn. And we thought our generation was doomed. Keep an eye out for that one.
