5:30 am.  Time to get back on the road.  I’m not ready!  I hate to leave with the girls crying after me.  

9 am.  Made it to our stop in Riviera Beach, Florida.    Greg asked one of the guys working the dock where the bathroom was and he didn’t speak English.  Wow.  And another sign in the bathroom about please do not put used toilet paper in the garbage can.  It’s in English and Spanish and yer the garbage can was full.   I know I say this a lot but you don’t realize how many non English speaking Hispanics are in the country until you are out in these places.  They don’t bother to learn English.  They estimate a few million illegals are here.  It’s not even close I don’t think. 

11 am. Sitting and eating.  

1 pm.  Sitting and waiting.  

2 pm.  Found out reason we are sitting is whatever they make here isn’t done cooking yet.   Sure seems like somebody would have known the cooking schedule before they scheduled a 9 am pick up.   

3 pm.  Still sitting.  

4 pm.   Finally done loading us with pesto, garlic in oil and salsa.   But now we have to wait an hour for Greg’s clock to reset.   Oh brother.   

5:30 pm.  Finally!  Ready to get back on the road. We could have spent the day with the family.   

6 pm.  Stopped at marathon station for bathroom and drinks.    Nasty little place.  One bathroom for men and women do you know it was nasty.   No soap, no paper towels and the hand dryer was broken.   I just can’t believe the level of nasty this country has dropped to.   There used to be pride in your home, place of business, work but it’s just really deteriorated.  I can’t quite figure what God’s plan in all this is.  Hope I know soon.  

DG:  Me too.  It’s not getting better. It’s sad to see the lack of pride in work, cleanliness, hygiene, etc.  God help us. 

One redeeming factor, the truck stop we stopped at for the night has a Steak and Shake on sight. That’s right, NO SUBWAY!!!  Maybe the world is changing for the better. We shall see. 

Beautiful night tonight. Perfect temp with just the slightest hint of a breeze. A good night for sleeping. Of course I have yet to meet the night that wasn’t good for sleeping. Most days as well. Fact is, when there is sleep involved it’s a good day. Or night. Whatever. 

Okay, nothing new to tell. Four wheel drivers are mostly rude and self centered and force me daily to keep from squishing them although some should be squished it will not be me that does it. Aside from that it’s been a good day. 

Good night and God bless.