ich bin ein auslander

starting to lose track of time. can get used to this. in nashville… nice hotel. lesse… slept in, drove past the clinton library but didn’t make it in… hit the road, gas and mcdonalds, memphis… a little lost but found graceland… outrageous prices, kind of sad and chintzy, mansion closed, tons of flowers as we just missed elvis birthday… nice plane.. strange but true, they sell fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches in the cafeteria, and they’re really good… back on the road to get to nashville… hi to leann and dean and brad, dinner with scott… great little place, fantastic wine and a steak blue cheese salad… key lime pie bye bye diet… back to the hotel and to bed… tomorrow, marathon drive to buffalo.

from phoenix to tucson… detour to the titan missile base for a tour… super creepy, particularly the run through when john turned the key and pressed the button that would have started a launch sequence to end the world. straight through arizona and new mexico listening to the ipod… and then into texas… a very late dinner in el paso and the unwise decision to push on only to discover that there’s really nothing for a long, long time. ended up crashing at some roach motel halfway between el paso and abilene. next morning, back to the texas crossing… interesting rest stops, the patriot gas station with guns hung over the pumps and a very cool owner who provides “full service”… car, body and soul. a little loony but in a good way. through fort worth and dallas with wendy snacking the whole way… crossed into arkansas and stopped for the night in little rock, where i’m sitting in the very swanky capital hotel getting ready to start our next day… today, the clinton library and then on to memphis for a music store, nashville to meet with some friends, and then…?

a late start, finishing in phoenix. big driving day tomorrow.

best street seen today - sore finger road, somewhere in arizona.

popeyes for dinner. 10 minutes later, out it came at a gas station. woot. lots of beef jerkey. parts of ca and az smell real bad.

thus it begins. reports from the road when feasible.

Thanks to Dave for the link…

Stop Ashlee Simpson

Unfortunately, you can’t appeal to the record label when they’re still making money. You need to go to the source. Stop people with bad taste from breeding.