Perfect patch.

June 3, Bridgeton.

Can't get any better than that.
A stop at Mecca (FlyingJ truck stop, dumping Mecca.) No traffic on I-95. And then, driving in Southern New Jersey, and nobody on the road, nobody and my little patch of tainted paradise, and a cup of coffee, the radio on, the kids asleep.
It can't get any better than that for the kid from Southern France who grew up among mimosas and olive trees and dreamed of urban jungles.
I am delirious enough to love New Jersey.