This ain't no flyover country

My voyage began yesterday as I got an Uber at 10:45 to take me to the Amtrak station in Wilmington, De. I got there early because I thought I would need to check one of my bags. I did not, so I had time to kill. The nice women in the Hudson concessions store tried to help me find the right audio cable for my Beats headphones. One pulled out an empty suitcase and said she was ready to go to France with me! I went up to the platform early even though it was kind of chilly. It

I had no idea it would take more than 40 years, but I’m finally getting back to France and making a side trip to the now unified Berlin. Starting tomorrow, Wednesday, February 4, I will be chronicling my return. I hope you come along for the ride!

I’m not sure why I have such a hard time writing the last blog entry for every trip. I guess I don’t want them to end. For my last day on the road, the plan was to hook up and go to the Gettysburg visitor center (assuming it was open during the shutdown) and see the exhibits since I had not done that during my first visit. The ranger had recommended that I drive the battlefield instead. I had felt in retrospect he’d given me a bum steer because the battlefield was so overwhel