It’s 3 a.m. in Winfield. We’re finally there. And...and...it’s not over yet. (Argh.)

We finally get to Oklahoma...just before the storm. (Yikes.)

A tale of rental cars, distained discounts, deathless enmity, and, oh yes, the dancing Loch Ness Monster.

I am Uber-whelmed. And other comedies. #stampoutennui #xcargo #bustravel 

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

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.

I say goodby to “Fred,” curse ALS, and praise the glory of the Sunflower.

We explore Newkirk, OK, meet a Stagecoach and a Bald Farmer...and I hear from “Fred” for the very last time. Ever.

More about Winfield, Kansas, and more about Fred...in his final days.

We tour the lovely town of Winfield...and I worry about my friend. And death.

More on our trip to Kansas. And I discover one of my oldest friends is dying.

We travel to Winfield to see an old friend...and I learn that someone I’ve known for decades is dangerously ill.