A hard day and a half driving from North Carolina toward Arizona, rain and highway construction and then a dodged tornado at 4:00 am as it killed four in Mississippi. A 6:00 am plumbing repair from a frozen water pipe in the flooded parking lot of Lowe’s in Tuscaloosa, and a popped rivet and a couple of loose screws just to prove that I’ve been somewhere. But now: The sun finally came out as I cruised into the first Louisiana rest area. Cranked up Tater’s Big Stereo tuned to the public radio station out of Monroe and really, no joke --they played a version of Dylan’s Like a Rolling Stone by … the Drive By Truckers.
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.