Our Life, In Eight By Seven and a Half Square Feet

We thought that this blog entry was going to be delayed because, surprise surprise, wireless access is not plentiful outside Erie, Pennsylvania… across the street from the 24 our fireworks, guns, knives and swords with a free sample of Jelly Belly jelly beans store and down the street from Splash Lagoon, the area’s finest indoor water park. I wish I was kidding. Dan and I have been contemplating two things: one, what special type of individuals would be visiting the aforementioned store at, let’s say, 3 a.m.; and two, would the employees at the aforementioned store be receptive if we asked to take a photo of the Butter Lamb in front of a cherry bomb display?

However, as we stopped for our second round of morning coffee at Krispy Kreme, Dan spotted a sign - free wireless access! Yes, we are blogging from inside a Krispy Creme.

We’ve only made it to Erie due to a late start (try 12:20 p.m.) from Northampton. Last night was spent doing some more collective pouring out of emotions, unexpected smooth tequila drinking on the porch with out upstairs neighbor, Neil, and more cleaning and packing. The morning was spent doing last minute cleaning, packing and ensuring our belongings would not collapse by securing them with four massive wood contraptions. It’s an extremely humbling experience to find that all you own and did not want to trash at the last minute fits into an eight by seven and a half square feet space and into a Subaru Forester. Anyway, the drive from Northampton to Erie was not very exciting. Lots of farm land and bad 80s music. And despite Dan’s pleas, we did not stop at Howe’s Cavern outside Cobleskill. Now we are happily sitting in our hotel room, watching Anthony Bourdain on the Travel Channel. And now, onward to Dyersville, Iowa, better known as the real-life Field of Dreams.