i arrived in california with 97 CDs and a dream.

(insert cheesey blurb about great american road trip)

anyway, just wanted you to know i got here safe.  dallas airport    
sucks.  and steppenwolf was very heavy reading in my sleep-deprived state.

i helped my dad move some of his stuff into his new house.  the sound of
our old microwave closing almost made me cry.  i still remember when i was
6 and my dad gave it to my mom for christmas.  he had it on a table
covered with an old army blanket and he lifted the blanket off like it was
a magic show.  that was in 1983 and the thing is still working.

tomorrow i'm heading for utah.  i'm going to try to do an easy spin in
zion and spend the night near the junction of 15 and 70.  we'll see if i
make it.  i'll try to find a kinko's or something to let you guys know i'm
alive.