June 24th, 2007.
Home again, home again. Heather and I are back in Owings Mills doing laundry, recharging batteries and recharging our souls. We’re watching good television and bad television and having an
June 21st, 2007.
I’ve been reading a lot on this trip. Peter F. Hamilton’s “Judas Unchained” just came out in paperback and I’m afraid I’m voracious regarding his particular brand of space opera. He’s
June 19th, 2007.
I’ve spent most of this trip sitting in Victoria Station in Putnam, CT, one of my favorite little towns, watching the same people go in and out that we’ve seen go
June 17th, 2007.
A rough night last night. Someone commented recently on how the Journal had gotten pretty monotonous “pretty day, pretty place, awesome open mic” blah blah blah. Well, let me throw
June 16th, 2007.
Flatulence. Let’s discuss it. Now, just fyi – this is going to definitely fall into a “tmi” or perhaps even “tmfi” category for many people, so for convenience I’m going
June 15th, 2007.
We’ve been staying in Putnam for the last couple of nights, just up the street from the Victoria Station Café in a beautiful old house that matches our concept of
June 13th, 2007.
We’re stuck. I think we’ll be stuck forever. We were making very good time and then a storm struck and Bermuda Trianglish threw us into a parallel universe of traffic.
June 3rd, 2007
Decided to drive all the way home from Atlanta today. We made it to rob’s mom’s house at 2 a.m. on the nose, fairly good time at 11-and-a-half hours. So I’ve