Someone in my family had good news this week. After a two year search, and a gazillion interviews, our son has landed the job of his dreams. In southern California. I know. I'm sad.
A road trip is called for! By February 1st, we will pack what's reasonable to carry into a Ford Focus--after the golf clubs, that won't be much--and we'll head first south, and then west. I hope he packs hankies. I don't think we can handle the more direct route through the mountains in the heart of winter, so we'll follow the trail of The Mother Road. Route 66. I'm already looking for diners along the route that we simply can't miss, and landmarks we shouldn't.
I can't quite believe I'm doing another cross country trip by car in less than 6 months. At least I get to fly home at the end of this one. Though I'm sure I won't want to leave him there.
Oh, hell. I can't think about that...
Nope. Can't go there yet. I'd rather focus on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives and an amazing soundtrack.