So, we've left the ship.

I know this because three days ago i was in the middle of Kentucky, dancing at the wedding of two people i'd never met.

I know this because five days ago i was sitting in a garage apartment a quarter mile from Dehart's Bible & Tire, using God only knows whose wireless, reading the London news from six miles outside a town where i'd just seen a church with a functioning outhouse.

I know this also because seven days ago i was on a Tennessee mountainside to see a black bear shaking the berry bushes at sunrise.

But i know this perhaps most finally because three hours ago i was eating storefront Mexican in Wisconsin, listening to the best mariachi trio i'd ever heard.

I'm missing Central America bad tonight.