The homecoming
What I saw when I walked in the door tonight:

Ooooh, check the return address!

Break out the scissors...

Figment!!!

We have a joyful reunion. He doesn't seem too pissed off at me. And tomorrow he gets to fly to Iowa!


I decided to drive Route 66 the night my kneecap popped off in the bathroom of the lodge at Camp Wesley Woods. Driving home in the wee hours after a trip to the emergency room, staying awake by rolling the windows down to let in the brisk October air, the delirium of the pain, the oldies on the radio...that's when I officially announced, "I'm going to drive Route 66." I am lucky to have three wonderful, adventurous, history geek friends who are ready to hit the road with me.
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