Thursday, Oct. 25 2007 - I did not sleep well last night - between realizing that my grandmother's car, which I've been driving for the past year and a half is now worth less than the cost of fixing it, I am contemplating the thought of living in Atlanta without a car. Scooters, MARTA, flex cars - I actually dreamed about these things last night, Fortunately, I get this road trip to contemplate never having to drive again. I rented a car - a Jeep Compass. The aesthetic of the car is somewhere between soccer mom and space ship. Here's me giving my farewell speech to Atlanta with 16,509 miles on the odometer. I arrive in Citronelle, AL - I stretch my legs on a near by peninsula overlooking a very dirty creek. Listen to me getting tired of driving and wondering what the other gas station patrons are thinking of the girl doing yoga stretches and talking into a tiny machine. I've decided that never driving again might not be a bad idea.
Ah, Baton Rogue at last - 17,029 miles on the odometer! I come to my docking space at the Stockade Bed and Breakfast - built on top of the remains of an old civil war stockade (union side) and covered with artwork thanks to owner Janice DeLerno who also manages the Frameworks gallery across the street. Janice shows me to the Blue Room 
and my balcony, where I drink a cup of complimentary tea, watch the sun slip beneath the trees and prepare myself for dinner on the town. I make it down to the Chimes where I eat New Orleans style shrimp (after being told that my iodine count and thus my circulation could be improved my eating these little beasts) and have a pint of Abita's Turbo Dog - tastes a little chocolate-y. Leaving the Chimes, I take time to wander across the huge quad of Louisiana State University. The live oak trees have branches that scrape the ground and the moon is almost full and shining bright in a clear night sky. I realize how lucky I am to have made it safely and how glad I am to be on the road.
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