Well,

I made it home in one piece, the trip, however, was a bit hair-raising. Normally I try to bypass Washington, DC and stay away from I-495, the DC Beltway. I figured "What the hell--it will be 8:30 or 9:00 p.m. before I hit the beltway so rush hour traffic should be nil at best--WRONG! It was a freakin' nigntmare. Crazy people everywhere, weaving across five lanes of bumper to bumper traffic, and while the speed limit is 55, believe me anyone doing less than 65 would get slammed in the *ss by an 18-wheeler or a nut case in an SUV. The 23 miles I had to travel on that stretch of I-95 was a white-knuckle ride and I think I left my finger-prints indented into the steering wheel. I told Carol that I'll never take that road again and I meant it.

Tonight I get to sleep in my Select Comfort bed--right after I down a large glass of Kickapoo Joy Juice.

Cheers,

Gary