Great Trip, Terrible Metaphor. So-So Acronym.

Well, it looks like the Great US Summer Road Trip '07 (GUSSRT) is set in motion, with both Tamara and I batting ideas about like two cats sharing a mouse head. Tamara pulled the head out from under the sofa with a plan to visit friends in Washington, Chicago, and a third place, which I believe she referred to as the mystery place. I pawed the head delicately, suggesting that this circuit was too far to drive. Tamara then swatted the head across the floor with a revised plan to go through Montana and the Black Hills. I feigned disinterest by turning my back and walking a few paces, then suddenly pounced back on the head, doing an amazing half-twist of my body in mid-air: let's make a pilgrimage to the Moose Jaw Brew Pub in Wisconsin. I'm sure I could bring some piece of Moose Jaw memorabilia with me, like my single share of Mac the Moose -- if I can find it. And they're hiring: I may never go home! Or want to!

I know the cat metaphor was a little strained, but I swear to you that's exactly what happened when Guildenstern pulled the mouse head from under the sofa.

Tamara, it looks like the head's in your food bowl. If anyone wants me, I'll be behind the TV licking my arm and rubbing it on my face.

(I may as well mention that I found this link while visiting Jack Pine Press for their book To Kerouac and Back. And I should also plug my good friend Ellen's book Gabrielle and the Man who is Belly-flopped on the World while I'm at it. Jack Pine makes some really neat, short-run stuff.)