Linn - the flamingo was actually a pelican when we came in and not smiling at all. Two minutes with Micca and she blushed fuschia pink. The rest is history.

Micca was wonderful company throughout our odyssey. I actually put 1800 miles on the car! His only failing is that he wakes up happy and talkative while I try to remember my name and control a mug of coffee.
All of our hosts and hostesses were wonderful. Annamill and Glenn left their door open and refrigerator full. Mattresses were ready for an afternoon nap as were directions to the beach. Anna's home is always warm and welcoming. Thanks, lady.
When we finally found West Chester, we were bedless and expected to sleep in the car or the studio. Dick Swain took us in. I wonder how is wife felt about finding two homeless people tucked away in the spare rooms. Dick had coffee ready first thing in the morning and directions to the best breakfast in town. My only regret is that there was no time to investigate his LP collection.
Animaterra greeted us with a home cooked meal and homemade apple pies.I felt guilty watching her get paler and sicker by the minute while she played the hostess. Warm beds and hot showers were there along with good music, good company and two beautiful children. For the record, her dog is the dumbest animal I have come across in a long time...friendly, handsome, even regal but dumb as a dorrknob. Sorry Alison.
Curmudgeon and Linn's home is one of those place you feel instantly comfortable in - off come the shoes, feet on the furniture. Micca, of course, got just a little too familiar and had his way with the pelican. Then Curmudgeon mistook one of its eggs for breakfast. Sad, but it made an incredible quiche. Yes, real man do eat quiche and in Tom's case make it, too. Rum cake and bourbon balls rounded out the breakfast with Jeri' company and farewell gifts. I hated to leave.

So now I understand the allure of the hobo life. Just make sure to bring an address book filled with the locations of various 'Catters.
As for Micca. He is welcome back anytime. How often do you find a man who doesn't even blink at the announcement "The cat peed on your jacket"?