That would be me and Eric, him metaphorically and me in real-time. Nine hours and 45 minutes on the road... 561 miles... with one stop at Starbucks and two at McDonald's for coffee. And one Helluva lot more stops at rest areas along the way than I used to make; I think I'm gonna buy a Motorman's Friend for my next trip.
Not much to report, other than...
Oh I am sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road
That's the World's Greatest Rock 'n' Roll Band describing my feelings exactly.
And now a few observations from the road...
(1) The recession has hit the billboard industry HARD. I saw more danged "this space for rent" billboards (in one form or another) in Indiana and Illinois than I saw actual advertising. I found that pretty weird.
(2) Driving through St. Louis during the noon hour, listening to the radio, and the deejay comes on and says it's 121 degrees in St. Louis. Say WHAT? He was talking about the heat index, obviously, but he never read the real (ambient) temperature. Tomorrow is supposed to be worse, at 123. Zowie.
(3) It's hot in Tulsa, too... 92 degrees, 58% relative humidity, heat index of 103. There's an extreme heat warning in effect until 2200 hrs tonight.
(4) I got the LAST beer at the front desk when I checked in. This does not bode well for the customer satisfaction survey results. Not at ALL. The lone saving grace is it's a bottle of Sammy Adams' Honey Porter. Thank The Deity At Hand it wasn't a Bud Light; otherwise we'd have gone shopping immediately. Still might.
This is my last night on the road... home tomorrow afternoon. I can hardly wait.