I Ate Indian Food at a Deli in Asheville, N.C.

and it was good.

i walked through new orleans and saw debris and standing water -- a year old -- and stood next to a statue of al hirt.

i was asked somewhere in east texas by a smiling yet intense and scary man if -- in my little silver GTI packed to the gills with all my possessions, bearing an anti bush sticker, and displaying the caustic DC license plate which reads "Taxation Without Representation" -- i was lost. no, i aint lost, but i ain't stayin neither.

i looked for a cheap motel in santa fe while it rained. the lightning was beautiful -- a reddish blue yellow, if that's possible.

i hiked to beautiful blue lakes in colorado, and stayed in touelle, utah -- the last one ON PURPOSE.

i camped next to lake tahoe. ate brie, grapes, and french bread. washed it down with british ale.

i watched the giants trounce the nationals and stood in the bookstore where alan ginsberg made howl famous.

i drove west until i couldn't drive any more.