On the Road Again

Last time I took a trip west like this I was nineteen years, kicked out of the house, and anticipating joining the Peace Corp. I hit the road in my Dodge convertible with my college buddy (and still my dear friend) Kit Cartsens and a pocket-sized copy of Zobra the Greek. When we got from the trip I was reunited with Sandi, my first true love and mother of Adam, Carl, and Sara. Two years later we were married. I wonder what might be the outcome of this trip west.