Today is Tuesday, May 16, 2o23. I am back! My last blog entry was Friday, April 28, before Elliot and I flew to Palm Springs on Saturday, April 29, to begin our motor trip with our friend “Patricia.” We actually began on Tuesday, May 2, because Patricia was worried about traffic pouring out of Coachella, a music festival held in Indio, California. So in essence, our trip spanned about 14 days, where we crossed about 12 states, spent countless nights in various hotels in small towns in various states, and drove through five national parks, beginning with Zion National Park, in Utah, and ending with Mount Rushmore, in South Dakota. We were supposed to go to Ohio and to Cleveland’s Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but we cut the trip short because of Patricia developing some sort of condition over her right eye. To us, it looked like an insect bite or some sort of allergic reaction of unknown origin, but we couldn’t tell for sure. At one point, Patricia felt that she was suffering from a low-grade fever, but this broke out toward the very end of the trip when we stayed over in New Columbia, Pennsylvania, located in White Deer Township.

I don’t want to go into the entire trip here since we just got home several hours ago and we are both exhausted. I have to gather my thoughts together to write cogently on our over 4,000-mile motor excursion through America’s heartland.

Even though I must say we did have our disagreements with our lady friend, I would wholeheartedly recommend this type of journey to those who haven’t seen the country by car as of yet. There is a big, wonderful country out there, and I feel that every American should do some part of this journey at some point in their lives. We must say that we met many fine, courteous people in the areas where we bedded for the night. And there were many places where we slept in mostly queen-sized beds – places like Jackson, Wyoming, Cody, Wyoming, Moab, Utah, Coralville, Iowa, Park City, Utah, Fremont, Indiana, Rapid City, South Dakota, and New Columbia, Pennsylvania. As of now, all of these lodgings have blurred into one big muddle. We must have stayed in at least twelve of these hotels all throughout the country, beginning in Palm Springs, or more accurately, Desert Hot Springs, and Rancho Mirage.

Even though we were driving our way back to New York from California, we did not miss the news about Donald Dumpf losing his lawsuit against E. Jean Carroll on May 9, just a week ago. So now we can call the former president a sexual abuser, and this piece of garbage is still the repugnican front runner for president. Shameful! We were actually listening to the verdict in the car somewhere in Wyoming since Patricia preferred listening to MSNBC for most of the drive, whereas I much preferred to listen to music, which was one of the disagreements I referred to earlier. In this case, Patricia won the dispute most of the time, as she got her way and MSNBC carried the airwaves for most of the driving time. When we finally got into our hotel rooms, Elliot and I deliberately avoided hearing news on either CNN or MSNBC since we got our fill for most of the day in the car. How much negative news could you listen to?

Now to fast forward to the news about the former New York mayor in today’s edition of the Daily News, we now have a bombshell lawsuit filed against the bulldog pal of the former president by an employee of the former mayor, accusing him of sexual assault, while she worked for the paunchy former prosecutor and pervert, it now seems, from January 2019 through 2021, when he was then-president Dumpf’s lawyer. The 70-page suit outlines some very gross accusations made by the employee, Noelle Dunphy. I’m too tired to review them here, just to say that if these accusations can be proven, how much more could Giuliani’s star fall ever since he became associated with his insurrectionist chum. Dunphy is asking for $10 million in damages. And we have repugnicans saying that drag queens are soiling American children’s morals – hell, it’s more right-wing abusers like Giuliani, Dumpf, and so many others like them who are always caught with their fingers in the vaginas of their intended victims. Drag queens have nothing on these republican perverts.

So I’m very happy to say that we are home, safe and sound. I hope our friend Patricia does get her situation diagnosed by someone at Urgent Care MD where she was going today after we dropped her off at her building.

In the next few days, I will post some choice pictures of our magnificent trip.

Stay safe and be well.

This is Riverside Walk located in Zion National Park.

These are the celebrated hoodoos found in Bryce Canyon National Park.

Here are more of those nifty tall, skinny shafts of rock known as “hoodoos” in Bryce.

This is Arches National Park located north of Moab, Utah.

Here are the snow-peaked mountaintops found in Yellowstone National Park.