Jerry was on the run. It was a life or death operation. Nothing would stand in front of his escape. Not those red lights, not those slow moving cars, and certainly not those children playing in the street. The IRS man was coming to get him, and now so were the cops.

Jerry had a plan; he would make his way to Kansas. Why, Kansas you ask? He was going to get his wish granted by the great and powerful Oz. People told Jerry that this was just a work of fiction and that it wasn’t real, but Jerry knew the truth. He would finally get a brain, heart, and courage.

The police following Jerry down the highway had grown in size and now ten cars were chasing him down the highway. Jerry while going close to 90 MPH opened his window and shouted, “I’ll make it to Narnia!” BUT . . .Jerry’s car came slowly to a stop because Jerry had forgotten to fill the tank with gas this week. Jerry was then arrested for speeding, public endangerment, and resisting arrest.

Jerry was now behind bars awaiting trial.

To be Continued…

This is my route:

It looks like the waterway that runs north of the LaGrange County house – Crooked Creek. I looked closely at that little heartbeat-like blip at Lafayette and thought maybe about going south and cutting over, but there are a few tricky turns so I guess I’ll see if I can get my phone GPS to remind of this path.

I think I go close to the Tippecanoe Battleground – You know, the Old Tippecanoe and Tyler too place. There’s a fence around it – or there used to be when I was young and when my folks took me there, one kid looked at the fence and a marker where one man had died and said, “Too bad he didn’t make it over the fence.” The things we remember.