Yesterday on the drive from New Jersey, across Pennsylvania and New York to Buffalo, a sweet young couple at a gas station asked me how my hand was doing. They had read the blog address off the side of the Wagon House, and offered some much needed encouragement. Thank you, gas station couple.
Yesterday, during the drive, I suddenly smelled a delicious smell. It was beefy. Was it a burger stand? Maybe it was a restaurant serving roast beef. Maybe it was a little house nearby preparing a whole pot roast, with carrots and onions and potatoes! I was homesick and hungry and drooling on the steering wheel.
It was Shalosh’s science diet kibble. Scott had opened up her tin and I am so exhausted from this trip that dog food smelled like pot roast.
We are safe and sound in Buffalo. A very good friend is letting us park in his driveway and use his Internet while we formulate the next step of the plan. I am not ignoring emails, Facebook and twitter – I am judiciously avoiding them at this moment.
I expect we will return to Michigan in a day or so. I miss Michigan, and I miss Ann Arbor. I miss Liberty Plaza, where we began giving away free pie a year and a lifetime ago.
Thank you, one and all.