We drive from Washington to Atlanta. Well, to Newnan, somewhat south of Atlanta. We drive all day.

For some reason, on road trips, Dawn likes to drive first. And that’s just fine with me, because we’re up early and I’d just as soon snooze in the passenger seat as much as possible. She fires up the first CD of the day, the soundtrack to Zeferelli’s Romeo and Juliet. We listen to it through like four or five times, for a couple of hours. I’ll fire up something more rocking after lunch.

At some point Dawn plays some Philip Glass. It sounds to me like … insanity.

We leave just after seven in the morning and finally arrive at the Dillon farm around eight-thirty p.m. Long drive.