As I sit here in a motel room in Tucson I ponder my next move. I am low on money, wondering just how far west I can make it before I have no way to pay for gas and food. It is at this point that I consider heading back to Florida, to the familiar. I won't know the answer until I pack up the car and head out of the parking lot. I have been awaiting the angel (my broad way backer) that has not come. Perhaps it is time to pack it in for a time. Allow myself time to create a way to pay my way out again. Back to the drawing board, back to the road that leads me home.
