Another time across the New Jersey Turnpike, but, this time it's different. It's the beginning of a full cross trip, and high time - as a matter of fact, and sad to say, It's well past the time I should have gone. Way back, when we were both working, my wife and I followed this same route across the country, a section at a time. It took years. One time so far. Next time pick it up from where we left off and, again, go just so far. Section by section, vacation by vacation, trip after trip, and, after each, I would write about what we found, and research for the next trip. And, with respect, 9-11 and Katrina have virtually no part in any of this simply because they came later. The original plan was to have the two of us make this trip after retirement. Her health wasn't up to it. Last year, after fifty-one years of marriage, she died. Her name was Theresa, Terry to those of us who loved her. Our family grief is, and will remain, private. So that's the last word you will see on this sad event. Now, at age 77, I'm by myself and off to complete the whole route of the trip