Ran into a couple fellas I met on the road in Santa Cruz. The spirit of the road brings all wayward travels to each other if your open to it. Folks you meet and connect with, even for a second, on the road have a way of gravitating to you in time over unimaginable distances. It's a bond that can't be broken. People that don't shake everything of and get some weary, long road behind them will never understand that kind of connection....or maybe they can. Sorry I didn't mean to get all hobo elitist.
I got to do some pages for Tug Benson for the first time in maybe three months. Very exciting....