Getaway day. Our best-laid plans to leave early were thwarted by many circumstances. Jim decided to un-pack and re-pack his suitcase because, why not? His wheelchair feet went missing. Then, Robin made an inventory of Jimmy's satchel of uppers, downers, screamers and laughers and discovered that the crack delivery team from Northern Pharmacy had neglected to deliver Jim's "breathing medicine" in yesterday's order. So, Jim and I had to make a long detour through east Baltimore to score some pharmaceutical-grade morphine. We eventually turned onto I-70 at 11:33 am, about three hours later than we had hoped. We had an easy day of driving. Late in the afternoon we listened to the first three chapters of Jack London's Call of the Wild. Whoa, daddy, what a novel!
We sailed into Elkhart, Indiana at around 9:30, 600 miles under the tires. Tomorrow we plan to drive through Chicago to Onalaska, Wisconsin. Right now, we are both sipping Woodford Reserve whiskey, a gift from Robin. Good night.
Good reading, Joe. Will have to re-read my London. I had my writing class read 'To Build a Fire' this year, after both boys read it and enjoyed it; simple, straightforward, effective storytelling.
ReplyDeleteDid y'all pack in grub or are you trying to hit diners and local spots along the way?