some old words to start a new night

start 39,150, 200 to indy. hot and sweaty after seein lou reed with goosebumps and butterflies.

family on the porch. flashback hangs circa 2004. hearts of gold and a soundtrack of crickets.

65s, just over 39,500, to nashville. heavily forested surroundings. like the road has been paved for us through untraveled land. two miles to elizabethtown, bluegrass parkway sounds about right to me. gotta stop to take a snap of the laide. second fill up stop.

johnny cash's face on the wall and the smell of rock n roll in the air. i wouldn't mind living in these parts of the usa.

burgess falls: get on 440 to the right. exit west end LEFT start following the 1 turning into 100 LEFT on natchez

under the texas sun, overcome by heat and exhaustion and flying past billboards of american flags and exclamations to protect your gun rights. get me out of this heat.

graves in new orleans raised above ground cause the land is too wet the bodies would rise out of the ground if they were buried.

the green in oklahoma isn't as pretty as pretty as that on the natchez but i haven't seen red soil like this since sedona's red mountains.

the cheese is old and moldy. el queso shit.




(i found all this on my phone.)

--g