We’re on the road again, heading to Knoxville to do a radio appearance on WDVX’s Blue Plate Special tomorrow afternoon, then on to Hendersonville, North Carolina for an evening show.

We’re presently, however, still on the Dan Ryan, just passing 83rd Street. Non-Chicagoans are often baffled by our freeway naming system, which uses names rather than numbers or directions. Thus, if someone tells you to take the Bishop Ford, you would take, um, whatever stretch of interstate is named after the Bishop. Dan Ryan was a politically powerful pal of Richard J. Daley, who named a perpetually clogged, perpetually under construction segment of 90/94 south of the Loop in his friend’s honor. Cheers.

We’re passing through Louisville, and will get a few hours sleep at Scott’s brother’s place there.

We’re not camping this time, and packed waaaay lighter than we did for the Colorado trip. As a consequence, the rented minivan (a Dodge Somethingorother) feels positiviley spacious. I’m in the backmost seat, affectionately referred to as ‘the hole’, typing away courtesy of my mobile broadband connection.

More later.