Then The Rest Be Damned.

I realize that this is very past due. I'm quite sorry for that. But this is part four - the finale - of my posts from the trip to Florida last week. It required a little more and I couldn't find the time. Well, I've found it.
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Wed. March 11th, 2009. 12:50 PM (CDT).

We're back on the road, after our wonderful stop at Whataburger. We've dubbed it Weezerburger due to the similarity of the logos.

Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back.

We've the windows down and we're rolling down the road; a country road with fields and woods. We're in our routine spells: Andrew is driving with Dan riding shotgun. Andy is watching 30Rock on his iPhone and Devin and Eric are listening to music - as am I. Their dancing about is entertaining and I usually join in. We're having fun. This trip has been great. We've had a few little fits and many more laughs.

I finished part one of On The Road. It felt right to finish the first part all on one trip. He left home when I left and returned when I did. 50 bucks went a lot further back then and hitchhiking was it's own club.
I found it interesting that he would usually settle into a town for awhile - not just a few days but weeks or more. He'd get a job and find a niche. But there always came a time when he felt the need to move on. A few of these times, I was right there with him. I was urging him to move and ready to pick up my bag along side of him. But there was one time where I begged him not to go; I pleaded with him to stay. It was right before he went home; back to New York.
He had met this girl named Terry on a bus. And as he described her and the time that he spent with her and how much they loved each other, I found myself wanting him to stay with her. But that time came and I cursed him. How could he give up something so good because of the road? Maybe he finds her again, maybe not. I don't know yet. But I have a hard time seeing a reason to end something good - whatever it may be - for what seems to not matter.
But he left and he went back home. I guess sometimes those things just happen.


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