I attended Steve Harris' funeral in Cleveland with my good friend Sharon McCormick. It was a beautiful celebration of his life, during which friends and family shared observations attesting to Steve's passion for radio, love of family and faith in God. Oh, and it was also mentioned about two dozen times that Steve loved the Cleveland Browns and Ohio State Buckeyes more than anything else. It was a fitting send off to an extraordinary man.
Even thought I'm not traveling, I have a backlog of stories from the road. So, I will keep posting for the time being on a Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule.
I'm so grateful for the response I've been getting to the posts. The fact that someone would take the time to read them is gratifying enough. So thank you.
It's been strange re-adjusting to life beyond the confines of a Greyhound Bus. At bedtime, I find myself wanting to contort my body into the most uncomfortable position possible, in a tiny corner of the bed. Instead of eating fruits and vegetables, I'm inclined to drive out to a truck stop and over-microwave a frozen burrito. At 2AM. It's been particularly difficult adjusting to life without stale coffee, mixed with powder coffee creamer. I've been trying to convince Kate to wake me every two hours, shining a flashlight in my eyes and yelling: "You have a ten minute rest stop. If you're not back on the bus in ten minutes, I'm leaving you in the middle of nowhere."
Today I'm posting the second video created by my friend Robert Parish. Thanks Robert for your interest in the Journey and for taking the time to create these videos.