Janet has always felt like a passport to happy times. On more instances than I could possibly count, I have received waves, honks, thumbs up, smiles, invitations to park, questions,…
San Antonio is not in the West, according to Janet’s air conditioning. It is, however, still very friendly–and humid. The Border Patrol officer at Uvalde, who seemed to find us…
If it were easy to be totally rational, everyone would be doing it. After we got back on regular highways yesterday, I couldn’t deny that I was hearing a road…
They’re still here, and chased us to a rest stop in South Dakota. A dull and grey morning, but the wind was steady and soft. Lying in the lower foldout…
