Doctor Dolittle

12 days into my road trip and the solitude is beginning to set in. Traveling without a companion sounds great to start with, but people need people if for nothing else but our sanity. If a man is talking while in a car, and nobody is around to hear him, do the words have any meaning?

Oh there are some benefits to being alone including getting to choose all the topics and understanding everything that is being said. But being right all the time has a tendency to cut my own conversations short.

"You know, there should be a law against passing on the right!"

"I agree."

"Uh, I don't understand people who pull out into the passing lane and then never pass anybody!"

"Me neither"

No disagreements, no debates, no new thoughts. It's rather boring. I do have the sound of human voices - the radio, books on tape, music Cd's and my Garmin GPS computer navigator, Lou Ann. She grows road weary.

"Re-calculating again, you dumb ass male Neanderthal. Even with a directional unit plugged in you've got to do it your own way and you won't turn around when you get it wrong. Just do the friggen U-TURN when I tell you to or drop me off after taking your next right on WASH ING TON AV ENUE...then stay RIGHT."

I do have my cell phone as well, but you hate to keep calling everybody.

"Hi, honey, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is great, why do you ask?"

"Well, you just called 10 minutes ago."

"Oh, well I forgot to tell you I love you."

"No, you didn't."

"Um, then I didn't say I miss you."

"Yes, you did."

"Huh? Okay, then I'll call you later."

Last night, while at a rest stop outside of Cheyenne, WY, I found myself alone with a bunny rabbit. He just sat in the grass when I approached instead of hip hopping away. He said his name was Harvey. We had a good conversation, and it turns out he hates people who pull out into the passing lane and never pass anyone, too! Thanks for listening, Harvey.

Signing off for now, and until tomorrow, Saint Francis...pray for me.

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