I had a little hometime the past three days so I swung by the rents' house In northampton mass in the hopes of getting a free dinner by the mechanism of showing up. But my father said "we don't have enough pork chops" shortly after I arrived in the kitchen so that plan fell through. First time actually. Mother advised me to call ahead of time in the future. The above baloon passed overhead with few companions, very low and my mom thought they were going to land in the back yard.

Right now I'm at the Ambest in fultonville NY on my way out to Rome to get started on the Family Dollar run. the people I've spoken to who operate this operation have very unmusical voices, as if they were the voices of cinder blocks or rusty machines. It vexes me to be right about people when I judge them by the sound of their voices but too often I'm exactly right about who they are. Heading west on 90 seems to be the road I'm on when making trucking transitions. Heading to Swift, bringing truck back to Swift, Changing departments at Werner.

I guess having been over the road focuses my mind on the conflict of wanting to see new places versus wanting to be in the places I'm used to. A mirror loves to reflect the new as well as the old, and the mind and self you might say are a mirror, a collection of images calling itself "I". Kind of a liability that I love the world, the pressures of work distract me from it and I resent them bitterly and deeply. Joy and pain always have the same origin in a being.

Up here in the northeast it's nice to put on the NPR radio stations to get some intelligent news, even if it gets repetitive. It gives me a feeling of home. The northeast in general feels like my back yard now, after the distances I've covered.

I guess if you travel far you miss home and if you're home you miss the faraway places. Nothing for it I guess but to try and find something reasonably workable. whatever.

Take care everyone. The summer leaves us and autumn's cool sweetness will fill our lungs, so let's breathe.

JBL