Sing Ho! For the romance of the Open Road!

So I'm off. Not the early start I had hoped for, but the Baron and I were up until 4 am talking, packing, and counting quarters. Now I'm getting on the road. I-80 Westbound.

What all will I be doing to pass time on this long ride?

• Singing along to Lucinda Williams, U2, the Pet Shop Boys, Bruce Springsteen, The Chrystal Method, Limp Bizkit, and the like;
  
• Calling everybody whose number I have stored on my cell phone;
  
• Stopping every time that the signs on the highway indicate that the next rest stop is blessed with the presence of Almight Starbucks;
  
• Letting my thoughts wander into the realms of the Sublime and the Sordid;
  
• "Flirting" (i.e., tailgating, speeding so that I'm right next to, smiling and waving) with every man driving either a Jeep or one of those Big Butch Pickups;
  
• Reading maps while I'm driving;
  
• Crying;
  
• Lauging;
  
• Pretending I'm giving a lecture or a sermon and talking out loud and emphatically on some issue or other in order to clarify my thinking on it:
  
• Smoking;
  
• Going fifteen miles over the speed limit mostly;
  
• Getting overly slow and cautious if I run into rain (rain-slicked roads make me really nervous; I'd rather drive in the snow than the rain);
  
• Trying to find the NPR affiliate stations on the radio;
  
• Stopping to enjoy those delectable delicacies known as Turnpike Food;
  
• Rolling up the windows so I can have a good scream.
  

More later.

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