Like others before me, tomorrow I will head east on 80 and leave Iowa City for New England. I shall spend the next two days crawling along at 50 mph in a 22-foot diesel truck that I feared would ride like a jackhammer but which, owing to its overkill shock absorption, actually rides like a bouncy castle. I’ll be tying bricks to my ankles to keep from ricocheting about the cabin.
With me will be a cooler of diet Coke, an iPod loaded with newly downloaded and otherwise-acquired deliciousness (thank you, TJ), and innumerable fond memories of Iowa City and everyone I associate with it. I will also have a borrowed cell phone. Call me so I can get distracted while driving and have an emergency so as to justify needing the phone in the first place. All I'm missing is a pet monkey sidekick to join me in hijinks and misadventures along the way.
I will be joined September 1 by Grendel, The Real Grendel, and the lesser-known Luka in our temporary Cape Cod home. You are all encouraged to visit soon and often.
I will miss this place.