Like breathing out ‘n breathing in....

Just got a phone call from Francisca who is on a little cross-country jaunt...

she followed Old Route 66 from it’s western nadir to Chicago (the reverse of the song)...well, she followed it as much as she was able as it’s been chopped into little pieces of mid-20th century Americana by the Interstates..

‘n now she’s returning, only across the top of the country where she’s been plagued by storms, road closings, etcetera ad infinitum....but it’s evening now where she is somewhere in the mountains of Wyoming ‘n losing daylight while she is keeping herself busy herding a calf that has separated itself from it’s mother ‘n is attempting to cross the freeway....now as you might suppose, freeways ‘n cows go t’gether somewhat like oil ‘n water ‘n Francisca has been on the phone to the local authority ‘n is now driving the wrong way (on the grassy berm, of course) keeping her little Honda Fit between the calf ‘n the freeway....

“Lettin’ the cat out’a the bag is a ‘hull lot easier than puttin’ it back in.”