No sooner had I pulled out of the campground in Santa Fe than he was on my shoulder and whispering in my ear…

“What – are we leaving already..?”

“Yes”

“But I’m not done yet, we’re not finished..”

“You might not be but I am and it’s time to head east again”

“But there’s stuff to do..”

“Like what..?”

“Things to see and places to go..”

“Like what..?

“This is typical.. No sense of adventure. Add this missed opportunity to all the other screw-ups in your life. Places you could have gone, things you haven’t seen, major gaffes, minor gaffes, it’s all there ..”

“Like what..? Are you keeping track of this shit, just so you can remind me of all my shortcomings.? “

“Boy Howdy, I have a filing cabinet full, all filed by date and place.. Several actually, there’s even an entire cabinet devoted to the 60’s – that makes for fun reading..”

“I’ll admit there are parts of ’61 and ’62 plus bits of ’63 that are a little hazy, mebbe even early ’64, but a whole cabinet full..?”

“Well, it’s my job to remind you.”

“You job..? Who hired you for that..? My Mother..?

“Ooooh harsh… But look, I’ve gotta go – I’ll leave you to contemplate all that for the next four hours..”

“Thanks for nothing..”

“You’re welcome. By the way, that was your exit we just passed…”

“Fuuuuu…..