Wildlife Crossing

That was a hoot -- seeing a WILDLIFE CROSSING sign just before we were leaving Brooklyn on the Belt Parkway. Ha ha. And all those smells that greeted me while riding from Pennsylvania to Long Island: curry, lemon, vomit (near Coney Island), breakfast eggs and tar. Welcome home!
I couldn't write for the past two nights and, alas, I am reportiung that this is my final blog on the trip. We were in Cambridge, Ohio, a "used-to-be" kind of town, very frayed and old where the guy at the cafe on Main Street(that is a photo of the couches and chairs in between the book store and the cafe)said that all the people he knows "are on the dole...there is no work...and nothing to do..." There was some kind of fair while we were there so oddly enough, the dumpy inn we stayed at was completely booked. But all the coal and steel companies and even a Champion battery company have closed up and moved on. The town felt sad and deserted.
The next day we went to our friends, Harriet and Mark Levin, who are the parents of fallen solder, Michael Levin. Michael was with Shlomie during the Israell-Hezbollah War of 2006. They are amazing, wonderful, heartbreakingly special people and it seemed fitting that we would spend our last night of our trip with them.
We crossed over our last grated bridge for a while (not far from Sheepshead Bay) and made it through tons of traffic, trucks, honking, tailgating and road construction to reach the Starbucks in Manorville. Which is where I first met that woman who rode up to Alaska and inspired me to do the same.
Home. Yea! Laundry, first, since you all want to know what was the first thing Jonny did when we got home, and putting away our motorcycle gear until -- well, until...who knows?
Thank you all, dear readers, for keeping up with our adventures!