Home Again<br />
By<br />
Twrch_Twryth(@yahoo.com)<br />
It's just seven more<br />
miles of flat Nebraska cornfield until I get home.  I've put 21,000<br />
behind me in the past thirty-two days, but it's always these last<br />
seven, once I leave the interstate for gravel and country, that seem<br />
the longest.  At the end is home and family, a chance to recharge my<br />
batteries after endless hours on the road.<br />
The crunch of gravel<br />
wakes Bucyrus up.  The old beagle looks out the window of the cab,<br />
whines softly, and wags his tail.  In