Rocket Fever is taking a quick pit stop in Grosse Pointe, and it's a bit of a special day in our history: I'm posting wireless. If you can't tell by now, I don't have much to say.
Sister and I are with cousin Moll-Mell at Panera, suckin' down iced tea and surfin' the Web without the help of an Internet connection. Here I come, 21st century!
The girls and I are planning to eat some vegetarian grub later and catch up on junk 'n' stuff.
Tomorrow, the westward push begins. My wheat crackers are packed, and Sister's MP3 player is warming up.
Next time you hear from me, I'll probably be running away from a burning mudslide in the middle of a riot. Sweet.
Happy trails, me. More to follow.