Life goes on.
Thinking about Brian On The Road, the story I mention in tomorrow's journal entry has made me go back over my life of the last 50 years, skimming over places I've been and things I've done. If I ever wrote an autobiography, which isn't likely, I would call it "Places." The places I've been in my head, in my experience and the places I've lived: for a day, for a week, for a year, for a decade. Now I'm in Pennsylvania. A most unlikely place for me. I don't know why I'm here. I wonder where I go next. Life goes on.