well, i made new york city. 15 states and 11 days and then a week and a new home. it’s been rough and rocky travelling but i’m finally standing upright on the ground. we crossed the country in a 1992 Volvo station wagon, loaded down and packed tight, 158,000 miles when we left it in Park Slope, Brooklyn. We ran with the heat up the whole time to keep the car from overheating. The tape player was broken from Reno to Kansas– to listen to the radio for that long was an experience. we were treated like kings in chicago and cincinatti, left to fend for ourselves in winnamucca and denver. we hit new york like a paint on a pollock, spent nights everywhere from the upper east side to the beach at coney island. made beer money on bedford ave. here i am. i feel good, if i can feel anything at all. i might as well. i found a cheap place to get mexican food and my old guitar made it too.