On Texas and Other States Not to be Messed With

Tomorrow I leave. Starting in Newton, I head Southwest until I hit Mexico, then I turn and go back just a little. Actually, it's not quite that easy to find Houston. On Tuesday I will leave Massachusetts, drive through Connecticut, into New York, across to Pennsylvania, and then a brief visit with Maryland and West Virginia on my way to Virginia. About halfway down Virginia I will stop for the night in the town of Lexington, where many important revolutionary war battles were fought...wait...no. Nevermind. I wanted to drive until I was tired, feel it out as I went where I should stop each night, but my mother nixed that idea. I had to have reservations. So now I do, and they are in Lexington, VA.

My second reservation, for Wednesday night, is in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I get there by driving down the rest of Kentucky, into Tennessee, then down to Birmingham, and just a bit further west to Tuscaloosa. Though I visit half the number of states on Wednesday that I visited on Tuesday, the distance is almost exactly the same. That's because Southern states are bigger and more boring. Interesting! I meant to say interesting! The keyboard slipped.

Then Thursday, the final leg of my drive, I leave Tuscaloosa traveling west into Mississippi. When I reach Jackson, I turn south and head towards Louisiana. Then finally, west into Texas and to Houston, where I arrive (if all goes well) on Thursday night.

Total distance: 1,854 miles. That's over 70 marathons. Thankfully, I'm not running there. Mostly because I wouldn't be able to carry all my stuff.

Tip of the Day: If you haven't seen The Aristocrats yet, go see it. It's hilarious.