Saturday, August 2

Can't help myself

Everyone else is sleeping. Because that is what normal people do after driving for 16 hours. I, however, thought I should just quickly check my e-mail and such. Oh, and maybe blog. Yes, this is the first official blog from Ohio. In great Ohio tradition, it is humid here ... wait, now there's a thunderstorm. Ahh, just like I remember it.

The best part of the drive here was listening to the mixes I made for the journey. You may not recognize the inherent difficulty in trying to find music that is pleasing not only to myself, but to my mother and sister as well, but I assure you, it is no easy feat. I felt like John Cusack in High Fidelity. The discs went over pretty well, but Dawn's response to Bob Dylan was "And what do you call this?" (Note to self: Not everyone gets Bob.)

Other drive highlights: Hitting "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose," as we passed under the spans of the Hamilton Fish bridge in New York. I don't know what it was about that moment, but it just felt right. Realizing that all three of us were singing along to Barbra Streisand at midnight. Laughing about previous family journeys as we all got punchy late in the drive. And seeing a bumper sticker that read, "It ain't over 'til your brother counts the votes."

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