Rick,

Driving across this country can be a depressing thing goin' from gig to gig as fast as you can with blown gas pumps and radiator hoses & tires at 4:00 A.M. in the middle of the Mojave Desert trying to get to Needles (Why?) by breakfast. That's why I always programmed time into the trips and drove the 2-lane roads whenever it was practical. Paul Geremia wrote a fine song (one of many) called "Uncle Sam's Back Yard" on this very topic. But my camera was always with me and those slides are vivid memories of people and places like Okemah, Oklahoma experiences I've told here in another thread somewhere. Mr. Fielding, I'm sure you'll find Lee's house. And give him my best (if they know where his old compost pile was)!! What I could never find was Jim Bridger's grave in Kansas City. I walked all over that graveyard for about 2 hours. I still kick myself for not having done that for THREE hours. But Johnny Appleseed's grave in Indiana (Jonathan Chapman) was one I did find. I stood there and thought of Pete S.!

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