December 18, 2004; Plano, Texas

This is Judy, the woman who was kind enough to let a perfect stranger sleep in her guest room and store his motorcycle in her garage for a month. We went to breakfast this morning with her son Craig at Poor Richards. Apparently gravy is kind of a given down here. It's good to know that at least one state thinks like me. Gravy has a spot right there between ketchup and mustard.

I fly to Kansas City early tomorrow morning, where I will pick up my car and head to Iowa for Christmas and Minnesota for socializing. The rest of today will be spent updating the site for the last time before I resume my journey again in mid January. Till then...