Since it is Harleyfest in Milwaukee this weekend, it seems the right time to put in a plug for "The Old Man and the Harley: A Last Ride through our Father's America,"  by John Newkirk.
I had the privilege of meeting father and son at Harleyfest a few years ago.  The son recreated his father's ride from east to west coast back in the 1930s.  The panorama of the road then, the small towns, the lack of service stations along the way in the 30's and the son's reflections are great reading.  It was a challenging ride (I think the father had about $20 in his pocket for the whole trip) then and a reflective one the second time around.
Safe riding friends and happy reading!

This guy loves his car rides.  He saw my kid grab her backpack for school today and cannonballed into the passenger seat with this big dog smile.  I think he drooled in my coffee but that's OK.
We dropped off a copy of ROOM FOUR at the Mequon Library today.  I am "in the stacks", baby!

Spent the weekend at Taliesin.  Worth a trip for anyone in the area.  During the drive there I had to stop and help a snapping turtle across the road.  Yep, quiet two lane roads.  Yep, still have all my fingers.

And one of the highlights, aside from scenery like that...was a conversation overheard in the hotel bar.  It was like Tarantino's "Mr. Pink" conversation except it was five guys arguing about fruit.  And conspiracy.  That's all I'll say.
Except that my husband had to coax me out of the bar, not because I had too much to drink but because I was pointing and saying (too loudly in retrospect) "That's going in the next book!"