It sure seems like Michigan has a lot more roadkill than other states. Maybe we just don’t clean it up as well.
I saw a license plate that said “LIC PLT 1″. Why bother with a vanity plate if that’s the best you can come up with. It’s like he forgot to fill in what he wanted, and that was the default text. He was from Illinois, and driving a green Cadillac.
I had forgotten how much I like Better Than Ezra. Good stuff. Had them on in the car today. They used to be one of my favorite bands. Not so much anymore, but still highly enjoyable.
I’m back in Michigan now. I’ve been at my parents house for half an hour and I’m already bored. There’s plenty for me to do (like go through the two-foot stack of mail), but I don’t feel like doing it. I first got the idea for this road trip from Deb, the massage therapy lady who came to the building I used to work in once a week. We usually talked about travel whenever I went to see her, and she had mentioned that she spent a summer driving around the country and sleeping in her truck. Now, I was too prissy to actually sleep in my truck, but I credit her with the idea, and I wish I could see her again to tell her, “I did it!”
I saw a lady that looked like Joe Paterno. I was in line to exchange money, having just crossed the border en route to Vancouver from Seattle. She had a head that was a little too small for her body and a pinched face. But the worst part, was she actually had the glasses. I probably wouldn’t have even thought she looked like Joe-Pa if it weren’t for the glasses. Poor lady. Somebody should tell her.
