Making Good Time

By David Gibson -

Its been a very exhausting 24 hours but now we are well on our way. The bus is really moving! Its quiet and sunny and the roads are mostly empty. We just passed through Springfield MA. Bird is sleeping next to me holding my hand. Life is good.


Location: Chicopee, Chicopee

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