My wife, Trixie, has always said that unlike the mass of men, I lead a life of Loud Desperation.  She is kind of a smart ass.

I’m pretty sure that is her way of saying that, while it is true that I would rather be doing something other than the daily grind and most of my dreams will go unfulfilled, I tend to constantly bitch about it “like a spoiled brat”.    She is kind of an asshole sometimes.  But, meh, she has a point.

The Big Trip that she has lovingly encouraged, goaded and dared me to undertake, is her way of calling my bluff so that she might get a few months of peace and quiet.

I take to the road with a song in my heart.