I can see them now, on I-80, headed east, top down; their beautiful blond and brown hair whipping together, swirling in the cool night air, winding its way through the harmony of their laughter; they’re chortling away about something the only the two of them would ever find funny, wondering how on earth they didn’t find each other until now, but thank God they did, because no one else, NO ONE, could ever love them like they do each other. Sharing popcorn over the stick shift, Delilah on the radio, their baseball hats touching OH GOD THEIR BASEBALL HATS TOUCHING!
Hell
The latest coordinates, courtesy the darling, unique, irreplaceable LEE GILLENTINE.
620PM CST: We’re stopped at a lovely rest stop with wireless somewhere in Iowa past Des Moines. Keith needs to download the audio to watch a rough cut of Crazy Lake. He’s so needy. I’ll be making a pit stop in Olympia, WA soon 
820PM CST: It’s twilight in Illinois. We’re 114 miles east of Chicago.
1020PM CST: Just gassed up outside Chicago. 814 miles to go!
1AM: EST: We’ve passed mile marker 126 on I-80 in Indiana. Keith is driving, and I’m going to get some sleep.
DRIVE SAVE YOU TWO. VERY SAFE INDEED. I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU BOTH.
-MICHAEL JAMES LAVOIE
