On my way across the Pond

Getting ready to board the plane.

Night landing in Detroit.

The end......almost

All travels come to an end and our trip was not an exception.  It ended approximately a month after we left our base camp in Ohio.  The length of our blog was twice as long as we provided additional information about cities, sites and institutions such as universities that we visited therefore it lasted approximately two months.   Several of the people who followed us commented or emailed asking us to continue and I plan to do so during my stay in Greece.  I am not sure about the frequency of future posts but when I visit interesting sites or because of their historical significance or natural beauty, I will upload information and pictures.  I expect to make a post every 10-14 days.  
John and I would like to thank all of you the loyal followers from all over the world and wish to tell you that we were able to communicate only a small part of the natural beauty, history and rich culture of the United States. 

This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island; 
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters 
This land was made for you and Me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway, 
I saw above me that endless skyway: 
I saw below me that golden valley: 
This land was made for you and me.

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps 
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts; 
And all around me a voice was sounding: 
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling, 
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, 
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting: 
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there 
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." 
But on the other side it didn't say nothing, 
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people, 
By the relief office I seen my people; 
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking 
Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me, 
As I go walking that freedom highway; 
Nobody living can ever make me turn back 
This land was made for you and me.

Top Ten Posts

I will list the top 10 posts in order of popularity. The gold medal goes to New Orleans, while Mothers and their children and San Francisco part I, take the silver and bronze medals respectively.  As of today, Grand Canyon, The car trip, Cook County Hospital, Monument Valley, Fountain of Youth, The Hermit and Which vehicle did we drive, complete the list.

Riding on the City Of New Orleans

Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three Conductors; twenty-five sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey - the train pulls out of Kankakee

And rolls along past houses, farms, and fields

Passing trains that have no name, and freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of the rusted automobile

Good morning, America, how are you?

Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son

I'm the train they call the City Of New Orleans

I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealing card games with the old man in the Club Car

Penny a point - ain't no one keeping score

As the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman Porters, and the sons of Engineers

Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel

And, mothers with their babes asleep rocking to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good morning, America, how are you?

Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son

I'm the train they call the City Of New Orleans

I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Night time on the City Of New Orleans

Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home - we'll be there by morning

Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea

But, all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again - the passengers will please refrain

This train got the disappearing railroad blues

Good night, America, how are you?

Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son

I'm the train they call the City Of New Orleans

I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done