S-10 to Staples.

All of a sudden, I feel I need to start the story from day 1. May 17 2005. I remember watching "Friends" on T.V. Mike came to pick me up in the S-10. The same one a duck flew right into just a few weeks earlier. She sat next to Mike for awhile on the seat before she came to. O.k., so there I was, 11pm with my giant North Face bag packed and ready for an adventure. I had never been to Portland and certainly never by train. We drove, in the rain, to Staples, MN. The thing I remember most is that the wipers were broken. They weren't broken previously, only now of course, with the pounding rain. I thought it was really funny.