Where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plains

.. and the wavin’ wheat
can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain!!

Anyway, Alex and Chrisanne are on their way to California from Chicago. Both are good friends of mine (after very little face contact … We were friends within 10 minutes.)

Alex is blogging about the trip as they go. A couple of amusing excerpts:

Traveling with Chrisanne is kind of like traveling with Robinson Carusoe. She can make a Hilton out of a pack of matches.

At one point, this exchange occurs:

“If you wanted to just tool around, why did we map quest everything?”

And I do mean everything. The bathrooms in the Hotels are map quested.

I found her entry about stopping in Oklahoma particularly moving.

Alex is a transgendered female, married to a woman (Chrisanne). You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to realize that people like Alex and Chrisanne are not welcome everywhere. (Which is a goddamn shame. They’re the warmest kindest people you’d ever be lucky enough to know.) But Alex, in her typical open warm-hearted way, writes about the two of them going to look at the Oklahoma City Bombing Monument (“To the the left stands a gi-normous Elm tree. The only living plant to survive the bombing. It looms over the site like a Father figure, stretching out it’s magnificent arms protecting and giving life to everyone underneath it.”), and her experience of the friendliness of the people of Oklahoma. Anyway, it can’t be excerpted. Just go read it. It’ll make you feel good, and like people are essentially good.

Alex: Beautiful post. I love your dispatches from the road.