We're now 36 miles outside of Cleveland and I'm hoping to get a glimpse of Lake Erie, but it's not looking good. I've never seen the Great Lakes. Maybe we can drive by Lake Michigan on the way out of Chicago tomorrow. Katie is AMAZED at how many Estes trucks there are on the road in Ohio. We even saw one with three pups!! Wow! She had always heard it was possible, but had never seen it. It was quite a thrill since her heart will always belong to the Big E. I feel, at this point, like I am driving with a three year old boy. We started the license plate game and Katie is winning. Punk. I've noticed that my travel buddy turns up the radio when I sing. Hmmm. Maybe I have be louder so that she can hear my awesome singing voice. Who wants to listen to Madonna when you have me in the car? I'm totally like the next Lady Gaga. Even the gospel singing sistah in the toll booth can't compete with Me.
We have just passed the third service plaza in Ohio that looks like the same as the first. It's like they're the Stepford Wives of travel plazas. I disdain your mediocrity, Ohio!
When I was driving this morning Katie turned around to get something in the back seat and her butt was facing the windshield. I couldn't help but wonder that in the event of a collision would one exit the vehicle through the windshield butt first or would it merely bounce off? Perhaps the Mythbusters can tackle this very pressing issue.
Okay, I've done a very scientific study and there are definitely more Michiganders driving along I-80 than Ohioans. What's up Buckeyes? Letting the your friends from the north hone in on your territory? Just kidding Ohio. You know I love you. We almost moved there, after all.
Finally, we've left Ohio in our dust and we are now in... Indiana. We are Hoosiers! Wow. There is nothing in this state except for fields and roads, and those freaky alien looking irrigation systems. Katie just got Florida and California. It's okay, I got New York at one of the Stepford service plazas a while back. Try as I might, I don't have much to say about you Indiana. Except until we get to GARY!
My people, although Gary is the birthplace of Michael Jackson and the home of the world famous Railcats, it smells like moldy feet. It is the most depressing place I've every been. No wonder why MJ always grabbed his crotch. You gotta find your happy place somewhere and I'm guessing his was never in Gary. When we were in Italy I heard Naples referred to as the armpit of Europe. I suggest, therefore, that Gary, Indiana is the armpit of North America. Katie says it looks like Delaware City. I'm thinking it's more along the lines of the illegitimate love child of Claymont and Delaware City. On steroids.
Other than trying to check in to the wrong HoJo in Chicago we're doing ok. I'm going to bed. We're getting up super early and picking up Route 66!!
Music: Madonna, Carol King, Joan Baez, Country Radio
Peace Out
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