I headed south of 49 this morning. Jack didn't come with me. True love blew in on a west wind the other day and he has decided to stay home and stare into her eyes rather than come with me to toss sticks and sling mud. I wanted to give him the real goods on true love but figure I'm no one to give advice.
I prefer to drive when the destination is within 1500 miles. It gives me time to look inward and decide what I've done right and where I'm going. I love driving across America. It is such a beautiful country.
I think we should all give a shout out to the truck drivers. I would say almost all the things in your life from food to computers got to you on a truck. Many call the interstates and 400 series highways in Canada the intestines but I call them the arteries. These highways are the life blood of America.
I'm within 5 hours striking distance of The Rat Hole. I've been told there is George Dickel on the rocks and a nice dinner waiting. Life is good for those of us that know that life is good.
Here is the bad art in my motel room. Oh well, it's just a place to put my head down.