February 25, 2008 Random Beginnings
The Road. The Beckoning Call. The beautiful urge to take off driving and never look back. Being an American I feel part of my birthright is the big open blacktop, the point just beyond the horizon where the road and the sky don't really collide they just keep running on to their mutual destiny. I like a fairly empty road, a slow easy pace, nice curves, and the landscape interesting with frequent surprises. That's where my mind finds its own true shape.
I also like kitchens for conversation, front porches for watching the rain, a good bar for plotting and planning. But a long stretch of asphalt in a car with a bitchin stereo and a good conversationalist riding shotgun, I figure that's probably the best place I know to really come to grips with life. And even though I know it's never permanent, it is a place I've come to call home. That is, if homesickness can be any indication.

February 13, 2008 First Entry
This is the first dispatch from the Road. You know you can find bad news anywhere, here you'll find some good news.