2029: Miles we drove.
7: States we visited. Also, the number of days we were gone.
9: Episode of Dexter Season 5 that I found profoundly disappointing after watching it in hotel that had cable because I couldn’t wait for it to come out on DVD and which I hope is not a harbinger of the entire season.
4: Chicken wings in the “Midnight Train” entrée at Gladys Knight Chicken & Waffles.
13: Years since I’ve had the Beverly at the World of Coca-Cola in Atlanta.
239: Age of the Old Pinke House in Savannah.
14: Miles over the speed limit I was driving when pulled over for the first time in South Carolina by cop who said he’d have to take me to jail if he wrote me a ticket because I have an out-of-state license and, who, thankfully, let me go.
1: Tire change on a national holiday in a Waffle House parking lot.
24: Jeff Gordon’s number, which I learned at the Nascar Hall of Fame in Charlotte.
12: Cans of Cheerwine we brought back with us.
25: State license plates we counted.
36: Dead animals we saw on the side of the road.
And…about a zillion: Number of Led Zeppelin songs I heard.