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Scottsdale, AZHello. Today, I crossed three states (somewhat). I woke up in El Paso, TX, drove through all of southern New Mexico, and then up to see my Uncle in Scottsdale AZ, where I am now. I ran only Petro diesel today, but will get more B100 tomorrow after I go to Taliesin. I really do love New Mexico: it is quite beautiful, and vast. There's nothing else on earth quite like the pink and blue of the sky as the mountains reach up to touch the far-away clouds, which surely hold heaven beneath them. Today, as I drove into Tuscon, Arizona, I thought of my grandfather who is long gone from this earth. He was a car dealer for decades in the midwest. I bought my (German) car on what would have been his 100th birthday, and thought of him then too. I visited him and grandma Dorothy every Christmas in Tuscon, it becoming like a second home to me over the years. I'm sure he was smiling with me as I put all the windows down (sunroof too!), cranked Modest Mouse (thanks for the CD elly!), and watched all the familiar street names fly by me. Many of my learning-to-drive memories are with him, in Tuscon. The lanes are so much wider, and I was always the official family chauffeur, even from age 15. He used to love it when I drove him places. Now, I understand that there was much more to that emotion than I ever would know. I miss him often, and love him dearly.
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