I had a pretty good buzz going on as I left my motel room in the afternoon for the bar & grill, trying to figure out a way to cross a busy four lane highway, with no pedestrian crossings.

As I walked along the sidewalk, a white car came out of a shopping area to my left and I saw a nice looking lady in her fifties. I pointed at her and she stopped, to my surprise, and rolled down her passenger side window.

I walked over to her and asked if she would drive me across the highway to the bar. She said "I can't do that, you're a stranger!" and I quickly told her that I lived in Lawrenceburg, TN, I was staying at the Motel 6, and that I was a good guy.

To which she replied, "Ok, get in". As we're heading to the highway she turned to me, smiled, and said "I can't believe I'm doing this", and I told her that I was very grateful. She then asked me if I was a Trump supporter and I said "yes ma'am".

We arrived at the bar, fist bumped, and said goodby. In hindsight, I should have offered to buy her a drink.

The bar was fun and as I was leaving, and dreading the trip back in the dark over that highway, a big burly guy offered to walk me across the road. The last thing I remember was my hand on his shoulder, walking in the middle of the highway, and he says "Come on Jim, walk faster!

I woke up in my room the next morning, and all my stuff was intact. Another adventure on the books. I came up to Illinois thru Nashville yesterday and the freeways sucked, so on the return I headed South to Paris, TN and then down thru a bunch of great little Tennessee towns, to home. Then I loaded up a big bag of quack cocaine and went to the Park. The ducks were ravenous.

...and a correction to yesterday's post, they were not nose to nose when they met.