This road goes on about an hour too long and I can’t tell storm clouds from window tint and we are finally near the end of our Grand Bohemian Adventure. I no longer feel like Kerauc or Patti Smith so much as I do someone waiting for a midstack number to be called at the DMV and my travelling companion is getting an antsy look as the nine year old boy two seats ahead loses the last of his cute and starts intoning a mantra of “mom,mom,mom,mom,mom,mom…” ad nauseum. Finally I spy the outlines of houses in the outskirts of the neighborhood I grew up in. We aren’t quite home but we are home enough. That’s one adventure down. Did you get what you needed? Did I? It might be a while before the next chapter unfolds. But there will be one. And I can wait until it comes.