The car's packed, well, more like stuffed, and I've reached that point in a journey where if it's not in the luggage, it's not going. That's not actually true - I'm not flying to Morocco. There are Walmarts everywhere, so if I don't have it I can buy it. Still, I think I've got everything and I'll soon find out what's missing. My first destination is the Litchfield Hills of western Connecticut, which I've always heard are really beautiful. Paul Newman and Steve McQueen apparently thought so, as did a variety of other artsy and successful types. I'll soon find out. Got my parachute on and I'm out of the plane. Geronimo!!!