July 3rd, 2010 by Hoopleton

These pages have been quiet of late and for this I apologize. Changes come when you least expect them. Where once there was the incessant teletype of keys, today there is the rumble of a moving truck engine.

I’ve said goodbye to the prairies of Illinois, trading in the Midwest for the dusty roads of Texas. My life is in boxes. Packed and stowed into a fourteen foot Uhaul quietly roasting in the parking lot of a Super 8 in Hope, Arkansas.

We’ve been on the road three days. Out of Michigan, through Chicago, then down the Mississippi toward Texas via Memphis and Little Rock. Mainly there’s just the blacktop. Endless. Rolling by in clumps and patches. But we do stop now and then. I was at the Lorraine Motel yesterday and will probably stroll through Dealey Plaza tomorrow. Moving has somehow become an assassination tour. So it goes.

The South is still a stereotype for me. The history of the Civil War and Civil Rights. A dozen Johnny Cash ballads. Humidity, poverty and race. I suspect this will change in time, as we move further down the road. Further south. Further west. Further into an uncertain, but exciting future.

More tomorrow. For now back on the road.