(the taximen of cleveland part 1.02)

We started out in cloudy coolness on a hill in western Massachusetts. I hugged Miss Piggy, the new car, hello (though I don’t love her any more than Underdog, the old car, see below), we got in, drove away, and got lost within a half mile of the house, which I felt was, if not exactly auspicious, at least appropriate. When there’s only one left turn every few miles, how can you tell which one is yours? I, being still in that stage of my automobilic development where you believe in drive for drive’s sake, curved merrily along the country roads as my travelling companion yelped for me to slow down, a trend that would continue much of half way across the country as we gradually converged on some sort of median speed/yelp consensus.

Oh, no, I am already a little past awake-enough to write this. But I wanted to put Miss Piggy up on line, as well as this photo of unpacking and taking care of urgent business the day after the last move: