Not really. I'm not feeling blue today. Yesterday was spent in happy pursuits with my family. Boat rides on Lake Michigan and laughter at silly family memories. Good friends, Linda and Karen, gave me a Route 66 care suitcase last night. The suitcase, a Samonsite from the '50s, was filled with tequila, Jack Kerouac and Route 66 books, kazoos, and car games. By the way, I would like to offer a correction to a previous log thanks to the better memory of Linda. We met at Silver Lake in Michigan. And she is right. It was never about the Sleeping Bear Duns.
After a family luncheon today, we're off to Chicago where I meet up with the rest of the Route 66 contingent. Hillary flying in from Orlando and Joy somewhere in the midwest in a red Sedona mini-van headed for O'Hare airport.
Tomorrow a.m. we're finally on the road. But the truth is, we've always been on the road now we manifest it.
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