As we start off on our deputation one thing becomes clear. We are going to log a bunch of miles. Rolling down the road we pass many interesting places and meet equally interesting people, but one of the most interesting things to date is what happened a few weeks ago on our way to Dallas, TX. As we were driving I failed to notice that our trailer had come open and it was not until I saw my pillow fly out that I realized what had happened. I proceeded to quickly stop the van and run back to rescue my fiend of old. (my wife tells me I had that pillow when we got married almost 10 years ago) As I made it back to the drop zone I found that the pillow was right in the middle of the highway with cars and trucks fling by at 70 Mph. A decision had to be made, was my pillow worth my life. The decision was made quickly, of course it was. So I set out to find the perfect time to run out and rescue my old friend, when all of a sudden, a disgruntled Saturn owner veered out of his way to run over my pillow. I was still in shock when a semi proceeded to run over it and put it into a vortex spin of death and finally shoot it almost 100 feet in the air and on the the grass at the side of the road. It was over. My beloved pillow had now become road kill. Guess it thought me an important a lesson about not standing in the middle of the road, and no I have not yet gotten used to my new pillow.