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Vacation memoir....

Not my usual blog.  Been back a week from Daytona. Nice trip. Drove again -- 4th year in a row. (my poor car)  Did not have a computer, so I didn't write a thing.  I can't get back into the pen and notebook thing; I much rather type it out in front of me.  Took a day or two, but I kick-started and got the story moving again.

Okay, enough ranting.  Here are some important discoveries on the drive from Pittsburgh to Daytona (via Atlanta):  first of all, beat this record; we saw four, count them, four areas of tornado damage that crossed the highway. One in Virginia, and three in Georgia, all in the same drive!  Here's a less important fact. Driving north on I-95 into Georgia; there is a welcome center (rest stop) at the border, then nothing for 120 miles, except for the ever-pleasant gas station rest rooms.  Thank you, Georgia.  Okay, I'm still ranting.

Here's a strange observance. Saw only one alligator, one lizard, and hardly any bugs (they are worse in Pittsburgh).  Nice job, Florida, but you might want to cut back on the pesticides. (I like lizards)
As you can see, travel is in my blood. So when I wrote my first book(s), it had to involve travel...hopefully not in a boring way.

So everyone, enjoy your summer!

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