Already Dojo-Style Adventure

Our trip started out in a relatively normal fashion. Our prince, Johnny Watson transported us and a couple of bags to the Albany Airport at 3:30am for a 6:00am flight.

We made the flight with ease only to miss our connection in Cleveland. After a few commendable performances at the ticket counter I was able to get us onto a sold out flight to Houston where we could continue on to Phoenix and arrive at a somewhat reasonable time.

When we got to Houston, we got a phone call from Tara's mother telling her that her Grandmother had passed away that morning. very very sad. So Tara had to make a decision as to whether to stay in Arizona with me or go back to New York to be with her family. Her mom made it easy and paid for her airfare home and back. Tara flew from Albany, to Cleveland, to Houston, to Phoenix, to New York and then back to Phoenix, met my family and my ex-girlfirend, went to her Grandmother's wake and then her funeral, and then came back to Phoenix and spent the night with me and a skulky German Shepherd in a parking lot in Mesa. All in four days.

She's cool.

Now we've moved my things out of my ex's garage, put them in storage, and have spent the following four days with a saint named Paul working on my '72 Datsun 240z to make her a road-worthy vessel as she will be giving safe passage to precious cargo.

Now the car is ready. The bags are packed. ANd if our trusty new sidekick, Syn, can stop shitting her brains out, we're off like a prom dress at the ass-crack of dawn.

stay tuned...