At the baseball game, Jordan bought a hot dog but could not find onions. Anywhere in the stadium. Then the Indians had a hot dog race in between innings: a ketchup, a mustard...and an onion.
I almost caught a foul ball two minutes after we sat down.
At gas station, we saw a kid on a bike get hit by a car. He shook it off after a couple of minutes and rode away while the driver checked to see any damage to her car.
Car pulled off highway and little kid without pants peeing (jordan asked if i could not say peeing, so imagine I wrote going to bathroom) in a ditch.
Haven't seen any CA license plates. Until just now in NY.
Trees, farms, ag countryside.
Indy was pooped after visit with Tricia.
We've finally learned how to pack our car.
3075 miles down!




