A trip of faith

As I prepare for a trip to the city of Chicago, I am nervous about going. My better half will not be going because he did not want to take the time off. I am gong to IML this year. The good thing is the travel is with a close friend. He will be my "firewall" while I am there and help to keep me on the ground. He has a monumental task a head of him. I call him Little D. more later. It seems as though the past few weeks as my partners condition in his legs worsens, He pushes me farther away. Plays and does not tell me. I am really worried about him. This morning was the end all. He almost said the final goodbye like I was never coming back. He is the reason I do come home and have not gone back into my wandering ways. I love the road, I am a true Prisoner of the Highway.  How else do you explain the need to return to Tallahasse, when the country is my playground. Soon I hope that Tom will relize he is why I return time and time again. Others have made advances, some right in front of him. Always refused. Someday he will see it, been almost 9 years. I hope soon