Part 2: I think the Allman Brothers sang "Ramblin' Man" just for me, 'cause I swear I was born a ramblin' man. Perhaps my concept of rambling (travel) is not akin to yours, but four blasts of a ship's whistle still raises the hair on the back of my neck.
Last week I wrote about our road trip across the blue highways of America. It's our 11th day on the road and I have to tell ya that Dr. Seuss was right when he said, "Oh the Places You'll Go." However, he implies that to do so you have to leave the "Waiting Room," defined as a state of paralysis where nothing happens.
The preponderance of America lies between the left and right coasts. The small towns define the origins of what our country is about. These rural towns are connected by the blue highways, the old roads that are the fabric of America. Blue roads always take you deep into the unknown; they've always seemed to be a path of greater discovery.