Drove straight through and then got on a bus to bring my "sorry, never really wanted or expected to be heading out so far so quickly" butt back to the middle of no-where.
Stopped by Sammy's in Pittsburg while waiting on my ride to be ready for me, saw the pics on the wall of all those famous folks and surely did wish that I had found someone there to ask me about the www.runtellmanrun.com on my coat, but I'll bet that I picked the one and only time in days that the place was empty. Such is life? Or is it just the way things go for me alone? (Shoulda had the tarbender capture an image of me there so I could show I had been there.)
(And boy, that one desk guy at the WESTIN sure looked like he didn't have any appreciation for my being on the other side of HIS counter!)
Oh well! Back home again. Planning on getting away from here and DON'T know where I'll go, but getting drug out on wild adventures doesn't seem to cut it for me.
More later, less drively, hopefully!
