The RV open mic road trip has begun. I'm on my way cross-country to Oregon, with stops for family in South Dakota, Montana, and Oregon. I got on the road a day later than I planned, due to an unfortunate encounter with a broken glass vase that gave me hours in the emergency room and five stitches in the little finger of my right hand. The good news is that's the only finger I don't use when I'm playing the guitar. Tonight I'm at the Walmart parking lot in Erie, with other RVs cozied up in a line. A late start, slowdowns around Buffalo and heavy rains kept me from getting to the open mic I wanted to attend in Erie, but tomorrow night I should be at the Pizza Palace in Elmhurst, IL for their Saturday night open mic. The night is cool; rain is pattering on the roof. My house has shrunk to 24 feet long, and I am discovering the things I left behind.