Still Can Drive

Peter and I slept in and caught a late lunch at Jimmy John’s where we talked for about 3.5 hours.

Every day of this trip was wonderful.  Thank you, Chris, Christine, Suzie, Chad, Peter, and Audrey for supporting my nomadic notion of Thanksgiving.

Chicago to Philadelphia is a little under 800 miles and I made the trip home with no more than 10 minute gas/food stops and while listening to The Bonfire of the Vanities with a brief “OH GOD GIVE ME MUSIC NOT WORDS” break across Ohio.  I arrived home tired but neither aggravated nor worn down and I am glad I can still be old iron butt and pound out 800 miles in a day.