What does that mean?

OK ok ok... you've been asking for it for some time, and so here it is -- a blog, regular(ish, please, let's be realistic) updates on the Tour de Cari, on mi vida loca. Why anyone, save the 2-3 of you who are already love me and just can not get enough, would read what I have to say is beyond me... but I do like to give the people what they want, so here we go.

Getting started here...

OK, gonna write something now...

Dammit.

All I can muster today is an explanation for the name ...but we're making good time. My Dad luuuuuuved him a "shortcut" on road trips, and there were many of both for the Wheat's - road trips and shortcuts. Most involved a great deal of extra time, a dash of getting lost, and a handful of painfully strained bladders. So, often on some woefully abandoned road or another, he would say "Looks like we're lost... but we're making good time".

In many, many ways I'm loathe to admit this - but I will for you here & now - those trips and those shortcuts were clearly the early foundations of my own wanderings, my own "shortcuts", and my own desire (drive?) to try a different road, turn down that unmarked path, and to actively get good and lost on my way to wherever it is that I'm supposed to be going.

So, even though not one of you who knows me would expect it, and even though I can't recall a single time when I've ever said these words, I'll startle us all by saying it here -- Thanks Dad. Thank you for letting your own lost & frightened soul live on in at least one good way. Because I assure you friends - I *am* lost... but I'm also making excellent time.

Welcome aboard y'all, buckle up.