Death and strawberries

    Stephen's wallet was stolen outside of Tucson; we lost six hours to police reports and paperwork. But we could still make it - barely.

    We drove around the clock in six-hour shifts, no motels necessary. My cash barely covered gas, so we scrimped on food. For days we are only convenience store bean burritos. In self defense I bought an air freshener, which made the car smell like strawberries. Well, strawberries and death.

    The Reekmobile rolled into Philly with two hours to spare. I even had time to air my dress out before I walked down the aisle. We both appreciated that.