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Chapter 4: The Almost-Last-Nine Days
(a.k.a. My Dear God, Aren't You Tired Yet?)

Thu-28: Following a Thanksgiving dinner with people I am not especially related to, I am deemed the Life of the Party for telling the naked-dead-guy-in-field riddle. (Hint: he wasn't alone.)

Fri-29: Live from Huntsville, it's the Texas! Prison! Museum!, featuring Ol' Sparky, the actual electric chair used until 1982! (It smells like leather.)

Sat-30: Danced to the Derailers at the Broken Spoke while drinking Lone Star Beer. It was a Very Austin Night.

Sun-(Dec)1: Indian food, friend long-unseen, Frida...good day.

Mon-2: Hey! It's the Alamo!

Tue-3: Doubled pleasure with Big Bend Park and and McDonald Observatory, i.e. the best of Heaven and Earth.

Wed-4: Avoided rush hour in Phoenix; wended through downtown Flagstaff.

Thu-5: Glen Canyon Dam and Filet Mignon. Sweet life o' mine.

Fri-6: Learned much about family history. Met the Cedar City Underground. (Apparently, even in Mormon Country there are progressive and openminded people and they cook really well.)

peachy as always, Mike at 9:30 PM