We are in hour 6 of our drive from NYC to Indianapolis. Jeff has had the wheel the whole time. He likes it. I wrote a letter to President Bush on my laptop. I heard a news report about the 20 people (troops and contractors) killed in an explosion in Mosul. His words of comfort were that he was going to pray for them. Now, I think prayer is important, but of all people in the world who have the power to do something other than pray in this situation. You work on stopping the war, Mr. Prez.
Anyway. We got out of the city at about 1 p.m., after stopping at our favorite deli in the neighborhood for turkey and brie sandwiches. We also got a $45 parking ticket when we were loading up the car. It was a street cleaning day, and I had seen the street sweeper pass so I thought it was safe. Not so.
Now we are 52 miles away from conquering Pennsylvania, the great Black Hole State. We are making good time, still hoping to get to Indianapolis tonight. A snowstorm is supposed to start at about 4 a.m. The iPod's random setting has just put on a beautiful Byrds song.
By the time we post this and you are reading it, we will be at my parents' house in Indianapolis, much relieved.
Love to all,
Laurel
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