Due to the positive reaction to my previous post, I’ll do something even more self indulgent–keep a running tab of my trip. I write this from a secure undisclosed Red Roof Inn in Utica.
July 20: After packing I got gas, and was told my sticker had expired months ago Got to get out of Massachusetts before they catch me. Two blocks from home I enter the Mass Pike (I-90) in the evening “rush” hour. Not a good start. Over my entire life I’ve lived in a string of locations along I-90–which means I should have moved to the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
Just as I entered the Hudson River valley, a corny Thomas Cole sunset appeared in front of me, with musical accompaniment from a Joy Division CD. Surreal. Stopped at a NY wayside at 9:30 and got a stale cheeseburger for dinner. The AC was so cold it was painful. Picked up one of those coupon magazine and tried to book a motel an hour down the road. The call lasted forever–why does modern life have to be so complicated–do you have a room or not?
And that’s it. Hopefully something more exciting will happen later on the trip. Perhaps my wife will gamble away our 401k plan in Vegas. (She’s not with me now, but we’ll meet up in the midwest.) Maybe I’ll find a picture or two to post.