There must be road angels flying over north Louisiana.
And just finished: A nice bath, clean clothes and a hot meal 100 yards from the railroad tracks. A train just went by -westward- and I realized that by tonight I will be where those trains are headed by yellow Union Pacific locomotives, and I’ll make one more connection to the promised land. All of this experience - this is why Deborah and I travel by dragging around a big aluminum condo on wheels. Home is right here, on the back side of a soggy rest area in Louisiana.