There are good days and bad days, and then there are the dog days!

When I was nineteen the president called me. No, not the president of the United States!

The yacht’s twin motors roared to life. The food was aboard, the gear was aboard, and all hands were aboard.

When I’ve got to take a walk through hard times, I think of the guy with no legs!

Have you ever had an Edith Day?

4,300 miles, sixteen days, thirteen different beds, lugging overnight bags in and out of the car, back roads, interstate highways, stop and go traffic, local diners, 1055 photographs, sitting in the sun, walking in the sun, driving in the sun, coffee stops, bathroom stops,  washing the car, talking with vendors, talking with new friends, talking with each other, XM Radio, iPod playlists, and sucking exhaust fumes.