Off on the rails. Amy, Ed and the kids took me to the station to start my trip. Union Station is under remodeling but already a beautiful throw back to 1939.

This is my last night at home before starting off on my trip. A few things left to do but will be ready tomorrow to head out. I know I have to take a hat due to my tendancy towards skin cancer. I was debating which of the various hats I do not like I should drag across the country with me. I realized there is really no choice it can only be UCLA, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT.

Two days until I begin what I like to call my grand adventure. In my normal way I have been trying to plan and back up plan my route. I am checking off my lists and moving closer to good to go. I do know I will forget something, things will go a miss, and all will not work out as I thought. Won't that be lovely.

The Train of Life Some folks ride the train of life Looking out the rear Watching miles of life roll by And marking every year They sit in sad remembrance Of wasted days gone by And curse their life for what it was And hang their head and cry But I don't concern myself with that I took a different vent I look forward to what life holds And not what has been spent So strap me to the engine As securely as I can be I want to be out in the front ...

The Train of Life Some folks ride the train of life Looking out the rear Watching miles of life roll by And marking every year They sit in sad remembrance Of wasted days gone by And curse their life for what it was And hang their head and cry But I don't concern myself with that I took a different vent I look forward to what life holds And not what has been spent So strap me to the engine As securely as I can be I want to be out in the front ...