A confession: I've been dying to use the lyrics of that Whitesnake song in a blog post ever since this tour was invented, but today is the first day I've been truly able to. For the past month, I've had the nagging feeling of forgetting something. Moving around, staying in a new place night after night, leads to a persistent paranoia that you are constantly leaving something important behind, and today I felt like that something was my tour partner. But Kyle is safely in Toledo, Ohio where he is supposed to be. And I am safely in Bellingham, Washington--you can tell by the indecisive sky in the background as seen aboard the airport shuttle from SeaTac:
This morning I flew out of Midway in Chicago, named after the famous World War II battle and commemorated with a dramatic statue in the concourse:
Elsewhere, there were other statues. Since I didn't have Kyle, I hung out with the Blues Brothers, to keep from being lonely:
Tomorrow during the day, I will guest-teach Carol Guess' Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/ Transgender Literature class at Western Washington University. Tomorrow night, I'll read on campus at 6:00 pm! It's free and open to the public, so maybe I will see you there?
This morning I flew out of Midway in Chicago, named after the famous World War II battle and commemorated with a dramatic statue in the concourse: 
Elsewhere, there were other statues. Since I didn't have Kyle, I hung out with the Blues Brothers, to keep from being lonely: 
