Michael Totten

Home Again

It’s hard to drive all across the country by yourself (in a reasonable amount of time) and blog while doing so. I didn’t get to write much, or even post many pictures, if I wanted to get home before November. But I’m home again now and I have more than a thousand pictures of America from East to West and North to South. I won’t post that many, of course, but I’ll post some.
In the meantime, while I put together a gallery and some commentary from the Midwest, here’s an email I got from one of my neighbors in Oregon who can relate to some of what I wrote about earlier.

Last April wife and I spent three weeks in Atlanta visiting one of our daughters and her family. We flew from Oregon to Atlanta. While there we rented a car and drove to Williamsburg, Virginia to visit other family members. We drove, thinking we would be able to see some country.
All we saw in the six hundred plus miles from Atlanta to Williamsburg was a tree lined freeway. Pavement and trees. We drove up on Interstate 75 and back on Interstate 85. Nothing but trees and pavement, just like the photograph you included of a freeway in Kentucky.
On another trip to Atlanta we drove to Charleston, S.C., from there to Savannah, and back to Atlanta. On the way back we stopped in Dublin, Georgia for lunch. Ate in a little storefront restaurant that obviously catered to a clientele other than the aristocracy. Ma Hawkins Cafe.
Friendly little old lady waited on us. She recognized that our accent wasn’t local, and asked where we were from. “Oregon”, we said. She got a blank look on her face and I asked her if she knew where Oregon is. She didn’t. I then asked if she knew where California is and she did. I told her that Oregon is just north of California. Her response “I hope you’re not as crazy as those Californians.”

More soon.