There I was, toodling down the highway, listening to Garrison Keillor and Prairie Home Companion.
I felt like was in a time warp. Everything he was talking about, I was living!
Nothing like the smell of cut green grass. The neon roadside signs welcoming your tourist dollars....
The setting sun over the horizon beyond the fields of grain.
And the road disappearing behind you, yet stretching far in front of you.
So, is this Lake Wobegon or not?? You tell me!
26 days; it's good to be home!