". . . but I have MILES TO GO before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep." Robert Frost

Rolled out of the terminal, thru town and onto the interstate and was greeted on the radio by America and "Ventura Highway" (what the hell ARE alligator lizards anyway and why are they in the air?). First assignment since returning from Ireland? Delivering a trailer load of Lucky Charms! c-ya!b.