A quick, early holiday greeting! Happy Thanksgiving!

We enjoy Hens and Hops, and then we're off to rent a car to continue North.

We arrive in Dallas and discover that America has serious problems.

We discover that the bus was not as we thought it was.

Some photos...and a delay (sorry).

We wrestle with the wait, and the homeless, and realities of urban life.

We finally decide on the bus...and I make a really stupid joke. (Bell Hop. Bell, that is. And Hop.)

I think Greyhound is the best bet. Have I mentioned that I'm really stupid? Just making sure.

I thought it was such a good idea. Whoa. Was I wrong.

And I begin the tale of the Great Winfield Disaster.

Here’s Martha with her birthday present from last week. I think the ring is rather cool. The stone is spiny oyster. We’ve come to love it almost as much as turquoise.

Hey, Everyone, Just reminding you that I’ll be out of pocket for the rest of the week. But I’ll be back soon with all sorts of new...

Some photos, and good ole St. Mike.

We come to the end of our Durham trip, and I consider the importance of small things and large friendships.

We meet Major The Bull...and I consider cigarettes, “the deadliest artifact in the history of human civilization.”

We meet Major the Bull, and I discuss Durham resident super-spy.

We enjoy lunch at the excellent Cafe Ferdosa...and consider the fabulous poet after whom the restaurant is named.

More adventures in Durham, and thoughts about how much I hate Daylight Savings Time.

We meet the star of the show...the garlic Lamb.

the New England 4 finally arrive!