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	<title>Comments on: The Longest trip ever, part 1</title>
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		<title>By: The last of the Longest Road Trip ever &#124; Martyholman.com</title>
		<link>http://martyholman.com/2009/11/thelongesttripevera/comment-page-1/#comment-9683</link>
		<dc:creator>The last of the Longest Road Trip ever &#124; Martyholman.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:18:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] I was so tired of the trip taking forever and being scared of gang wars or driving through Thunderstorms or being hit by other cars and almost running out of gas. I just wanted to be home.  Of course this was the first time I would ever live at this home, as my parents had moved from Ohio to Arizona on the same day as they dropped me off at college, but that didn&#8217;t matter.  Not now. I was simply read to be done with this journey. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] I was so tired of the trip taking forever and being scared of gang wars or driving through Thunderstorms or being hit by other cars and almost running out of gas. I just wanted to be home.  Of course this was the first time I would ever live at this home, as my parents had moved from Ohio to Arizona on the same day as they dropped me off at college, but that didn&#8217;t matter.  Not now. I was simply read to be done with this journey. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: The Longest road trip ever, part 5 &#124; Martyholman.com</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Longest road trip ever, part 5 &#124; Martyholman.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 13:15:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] a major thunderstorm and what seemed to be a million other problems, it was finally time for breakfast.  And really what is a trip across the lower [...]</description>
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		<title>By: The Longest road trip ever, part 3 &#124; Martyholman.com</title>
		<link>http://martyholman.com/2009/11/thelongesttripevera/comment-page-1/#comment-9663</link>
		<dc:creator>The Longest road trip ever, part 3 &#124; Martyholman.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:28:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] part 1 part 2 [...]</description>
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		<title>By: The Longest road trip ever, part 2 &#124; Martyholman.com</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Longest road trip ever, part 2 &#124; Martyholman.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 14:11:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] We left Pensacola around 2 pm, in the heat of the afternoon and found that the car didn&#8217;t have AC.  Not a big deal, but the 90 degree heat threatened to melt our faces off.  Our drive started slow, as we talked about dating outings and birthdays and whether or not we would be returning to Pensacola Correctional Center for the next year.  We moved from Florida to Alabama to Mississippi before we ventured into our first mishap.  The car decided to overheat and we found ourselves parked in a rest area for the better part of an hour.  The afternoon was flying by, and crankiness was underway. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] We left Pensacola around 2 pm, in the heat of the afternoon and found that the car didn&#8217;t have AC.  Not a big deal, but the 90 degree heat threatened to melt our faces off.  Our drive started slow, as we talked about dating outings and birthdays and whether or not we would be returning to Pensacola Correctional Center for the next year.  We moved from Florida to Alabama to Mississippi before we ventured into our first mishap.  The car decided to overheat and we found ourselves parked in a rest area for the better part of an hour.  The afternoon was flying by, and crankiness was underway. [...]</p>
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