On the Road Again

 On the road again, leaving Atlanta like Willie Nelson's "Band of Gypsies," we go down the highway.   With flotsam and jetsam spilling from every nook & cranny of Jason's Subaru we make a delightful stop

... in Louisville, KY to stay with Jason's Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Don.  Thanks so much for your hospitality, Phyllis and Don.  Great to see you!

Uncle Don, Rynn, & Jason

 The twelve hour return drive is uneventful, except for oh, running out of gas in the middle of Indiana. Our Oregon plates (yes, we still haven't traded our spruce tree for Lincoln yet) save us.  A man in a black truck pulls over to give Jason, who is walking along the Interstate, a ride to the gas station.  I am pretty well convinced that this is the last time I will see Jason, but twenty minutes later the truck pulls up beside our car and out spills a smiling Jason with a red canister of gas.  Turns out the Good Samaritan is moving to Portland in a few weeks to start a business.  He saw the Oregon plates, Jason's blue kayak,  and well, that's about all there is to the story.  No Flannery O'Conner Misfit ending here.  Just a delightfully boring blog post.  

And welcome back to Chicago the Saturday after Thanksgiving. 

a little urban glow as a consolation prize for the traffic.

And now I in my kerchief and Pa in his cap are ready to settle down for our long winter's nap.