Russell is made of a different fabric than I.  The longest I’ve driven in one stretch is 3 hours.  Russell can go all night and then some more and that’s exactly what we did.  But even he needs to rest sometimes.  I never know where we’ll end up.  This time it was in a little bitty town that must have a claim on Route 66 although that’s not the road we pulled off on.  It looked like a fun store whose parking lot became our rest stop for the next 45 minutes. Nothing was open since it was early enough that most people were still sleeping.     A little rest and he’s good…

Things started out smoothly although we were  a bit behind schedule in our departure.  Nothing new about that.  We just never seem to leave at the predetermined times we set for trips. The van was loaned to us from a sister church.  It had a few quirks – like once in a while the heater kicked in blowing out hot air.  Not a good thing when it’s 90° outside! The real hitch in the trip was Seth’s new truck.  The transmission went out before we were half-way and all he had left of his standard transmission was 4th gear.  There were times the guys had to do this… but that was only part of…