The Fateful Road Trip
How many promises do I have to make? Maybe I should just
disable some of these links. Because I really don't have time
to be jaunting off into the far reaches of word processing to
write up accounts of all my adventures. It's like a
continuing process that never ends. Sometimes, you eat the
bar, and sometimes, well, the bar eats you. I drove down to
Michigan from Alaska from late May to early June in 1998. It
took about two weeks. I had Jenny Chesbro and Jason Cardenas
with me. We stayed in lots of cheap motels and had lots of
adventures. Why is my life reduced to lots of
adventures? Single bites of time that are worthy of note? Is
that all any of us have? Little bites? Who knows. I surely
don't. Anyhow, another promise, I'll get something in
here. Hopefully about the road trip and not about cabbage.