I thank you for your patience.

Since I have been home I haven’t been writing. I have Texas, New Orleans, Nashville, Louiseville, and the Long Stretch Home to write about and in the duration of this long stretch I am exhausting all the stories.

Maybe it is because I have been busy since I have been back babysitting, being attached to MJ’s side, trying to catch up with people, watching Glory at 2 AM, etc.

Maybe it is because I am writing from my home instead of a KOA cabin, or a coffee shop in the middle of nowhere, or literally in a moving car and a degree of romance is lost for both me as a writer and for an audience that now pretty much knows where I am. Exact location: I am writing from a warm, comfortable bed. Damnit, I feel like such an elitist and therefore struggle to capture the true spirit of the road. I am tempted to go sit in my stagnant car that has been baking in the sun for the past week and a half and soak in the aroma of road trip, or as Jill described it: the odor of too many butts sitting in one small place for a long time.

Maybe I am having a difficult time processing the trip: what I learned, how it changed me, what did it mean for me, why did I feel the need to drive to California? And by god, why did I feel the need to drive back? Maybe I am taking the time to understand these questions in order to portray it to others, what angle to I go for atristically, etc.

Or maybe I am avoiding telling what went down in New Orleans...

Here is a video for now, Texas is coming. Then when I am done, I can go back to writing about the etymology of entomology and Indian dance. Remind me to write about Canada's newcomer buddy system.

In this video Jill and I are putting on these newscaster voices we used everywhere we went. The altitude has obviously messed with our heads significantly.