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“Why don't Republicans use bookmarks? It's easier to bend over the page”

“It's a good thing I had a bag of marijuana instead of a bag of spinach. I'd be dead by now.” ~ Willie Nelson, on being busted for pot.

FOUR JOBS I HAVE HAD
*cashier at Long John Silver's (where I gained twenty pounds in two months)
*traveling maid
*quick-change dresser (in the theatre, ripping clothes off actors and shoving actors into clothes)
*costume technician for NBC's I'll Fly Away (circa 1991 and 1992. I made, altered and repaired costumes clothing for the actors. I saw several of them in their underwear.)

So. I am back from the vacation. Actually we got back Saturday evening. So much for our plans to go and do and go and do some more. Sweetie and I are under the delusion that 1) we are twenty years younger and 2) I like change. Ha!

We headed west along Interstate 64 and stopped briefly in New Harmony, Indiana. Listen, if you get the chance, go here. I want to go back when it isn't cold and windy.

From there, we paid a toll to cross the Wabash River on a rickety, built in 1939 bridge that took us to Illinois. We started drifting northwards through some not very interesting land. Southern Illinois didn't look prosperous or at all familiar. Spent the night in the Mercedes at a camping spot while the cold front came through. We nearly froze.

Stopped in Normal the next day, which was a pretty neat town, and found a superb thrift store. Which was needed since I hadn't brought along any warm clothes and that darn cold front was settling in.

North, north we went. Near Rockford, the landscape changed from no shit flat to gently rolling hills. Actually, the no shit flat was interesting in that one could see for miles in all directions! There was lots of weather to see.

We made it to Madison, Wisconsin by Thursday. I want to go back there to live!

to be continued.....