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6/29/2011

Timing is everything. Last night I arrived at my hosts place a tad too late for dinner. They have a huge banquet hall where bingo takes place on Tuesday evenings. I took that as my que to get to bed early. I took a hot bath in the Peace cabin then knocked out for the entire night until the morning.

I had the chance to chat with Bonnie and Dave of the Hope Cabins just after I packed my things into George the stroller. Turns out, Bonnie will be in Washington D.C. the day that I arrive. Once again, it seems nothing on this trip is left to chance. I left early enough this morning but, I kind of took a little time to look around and take pictures on my way to Mansfield. I figured I’d get to the Reformatory where “Shawshank Redemption” was filmed in plenty of time...

6/28/2011

The last thing I need on the home stretch is an enthusiastic telemarketer breaking my stride and draining my cell phone battery. These callers always have a knack for calling at the worst time. I don’t care how many times they’ve watched “Death of a Salesman” but, they have no chance of closing here. The irritation in my voice should alert them that I’m not interested. Yet, the persistence is unbelievable. I’ve resorted to hanging up on them when I hear their intro. But, who knows, maybe if one of them comes at me with something spectacular I will bite.

It’s been three states of running past vast farmland. There are few distractions. Clarity is the only option. When there is no clutter, things become very simple. Answers to age old questions reveal themselves...

6/27/2011

The day started with a trip to the Wilson football factory in Ada. Angie and I tried to take a tour and see how all the leather footballs are made. Unfortunately, the factory doesn’t give tours on Mondays. So, it was back to Justin and Amber’s house. As I began to take off, we noticed my tire was flat once again. How was this possible? I just changed two tubes. Luckily it happened at their house instead of on the road. We discovered part of a spoke had poked through the rubber. Justin helped me patch the tube and we were up and running again. Me and the open road.

If I was a foreigner walking around the countryside, I would think John Deere means monster. Some of the farming machinery out there scares the life out of me...