Hello again, Boots readers. I've missed you.
I'm planning to start a serial account of the motorcycle trip as soon as I stop sleeping 10 hours a night and waking up tired.
Here's a journal entry from Digby, Nova Scotia, July 9—two weeks and 3,000 winding back-road miles after I'd left in the middle of a deafening Michael Jackson drumbeat—says, "News still full of Michael Jackson. Don't waste your life in front of TV. Nothing ever happens."
What have I missed since I've been gone, from the world of communications?