It doesn't mean it's fast though, not as fast as I'd planned. I'd figured on three days of hell bent driving to get back home to Los Angeles. It's going to take six. One of the things about having a blood clot is that you have to be careful to move your leg around - at least once things are stabilized enough to risk that. So, we are sticking to no more than six hours a day on the road, with stops every hour along the way to get out and walk around for a few minutes.
Day one, Clarksdale to Little Rock, Arkansas
We left the hospital around 11am. This is where I'd spent the past seven days and 15 hours:
First stop was at Hertz at the Memphis Airport so that Eva could return her rental car. It was actually about an hour and 15 minutes. (There was also no person for me to take a picture of. I'm going to try and take a picture of a person, or people, at each stop hereafter.)
Palestine, Arkansas - Man with his father's 1959 Ford Fairlane 
We spent the night in Little Rock where there is a very pretty riverfront park and the Clinton Library and Center. 
Day 2, Little Rock, AR to Midwest City, Oklahoma
Russellville, Arkansas. Bikers at a gas station.
Dora, Arkansas. Squash Blossom Natural Grocery. 
Lake Eufaula State Park, Oklahoma. 
Robertson's Ham, Bacon & Sausage, Seminole exit off I-40, Oklahoma. 
We had dinner with some old pals, writers Meredith and Win Blevins. 
The owner of the restaurant where we had dinner - Chile Mercado Mexican Grill. 
Tomorrow it's on to Amarillo, Texas.
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Awww...look at you reflected in the mirror in your hospital onesie. You hurry on home now. You've got chores.
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