Chapter 2:
Good Times--The Next Nine Days
Sun-10: Successfully re-entered United States; spent night at beautiful old hostel in Syracuse.
Mon-11: Got hell out of Syracuse.
Tue-12: Bar-hopped and Harvard-dissed in Boston. And long-lost-friend-seeing.
Wed-13: Paid much less to retrieve towed car than originally expected; ate ice cream in rain and converted a PhD student to
Amazing Race discipleship. Heh heh heh.
Thu-14: Rocked Princeton and Bethlehem; ate fresh-baked banana bread.
Fri-15: Attended uproarious show at Upright Citizens Brigade Theater; found street parking in Manhattan. FREE street parking, that is.
Sat-16: Ran into friend on street in Manhattan. (It can happen!) Had best Japanese dinner of life thus far.
Sun-17: Again with the seeing of long-lost friends and the receiving of home-cooked meals. (This time in Philly.)
Mon-18: Visited Nation's Largest Enclosed Retail Space ("
Yes, bigger than the Mall of America,") in King of Prussia, PA.
peachy as always, Mike at 7:48 PM
White Kid in SUV with Veteran Plates
Chapter 1:
One Good Thing That Happened During Each of My First Nine Days on the Road
Fri-1: Finally saw Lake Tahoe, thereby filling in the last space on my Native Californian card (good for a free frozen yogurt at any tanning salon, I hear).
Sat-2: Discovered that when your car starts to slip on ice on the highway, steering into the skid does help you regain control, sort of. I executed a complete 360 and came to a halt between two cars parked on either side of the road.
Sun-3: Had lovely lunch with long-lost cousins in Boulder. Paid for by kind aunt.
Mon-4: Hey! Nebraska is kind of pretty! (And its university is easy to sneak into for the purpose of checking email.)
Tue-5: Spent Election Day in the only state with a viable four-party system--Minnesota.
Wed-6: Discovered roots in Iowa while visiting mother's family. Des Moines has been radio stations than SF.
Thu-7: Spent time with three great friends in two highly-contrastive cities. Despite all fears, car not broken into.
Fri-8: Due to abject begging, the counterperson at Motel 6 cancelled someone else's reservation, allowing me to have the last non-smoking room at at $10 discount.
Sat-9: Got much-needed exercise from hiking around Ann Arbor and dancing ass off in gay Indian club ("with mind-blowing Hindi and Punjabi music"!) in Toronto.
More to come!
peachy as always, Mike at 4:15 PM
