Ah. my two favorite words. I am sitting in a motel room in Salina, Kansas as I write this, having just driven through one of the more spectacular thunderstorms I have ever witnessed. I've seen pictures of lightning hitting things, like the Sears Tower, but until tonight, when I saw a radio transmission tower take a direct hit, I never saw lightning strike something live.
I am slowly making my way out to Los Angeles to visit some old friends. With not much going on in the homefront, it seemed like a good time to get away. My wife understands that I have the travel itch and at times I need to scratch it. I consider myself lucky to have such an understanding soul mate, although she is probably happiest about the fact that I didn't expect her to go with me. She considers forty-five minutes in the car to be excessive. Opposites, as they say, attract.