1  There's nothing included in the report on Fallingwater about Wright's complete arrogance about the size - current or evolutionary - of humans. FLW was a man of limited stature: most accounts place him at five feet, six inches tall and pictures indicate he didn't fill out even this small frame. This leaves a six-foot tall person with broad shoulders struggling to find appropriate spaces within one of his houses. I wasn't claustrophobic, thanks to windows and good air movement, but there are doors in this (inflation-adjusted) $3,000,000 home that I had to turn sideways to navigate.

2  I didn't mention the weather on the michigan trek or its adopted nickname, "the norbert." The weather was perfect. Not the kind of blue-sky, mid-eighties days that everybody thinks of as perfect, but actually perfect for each days' activity. Sailing? Oh yes, partly cloudy and a good breeze. Cycling? Mostly cloudy passing to mostly sunny later for swimming and wine tours. Hiking? Overcast with a slight breeze. Crystal clear sunsets each day and brilliant dark skiies each night, dotted with some incredibly bright stars and trailblazing shooting stars. Now for the rest of the story. On Wednesday, gathered around the campfire sharing past lives, Terri quipped that Norberto should give MTrek a heap of money and get the naming rights to these trips, as in "which Norbert did you go on?" It became something of an instant legend.

3  A picture of a 'classic' wagon probably doesn't tug many heart strings, but there is just something about the stormin' wagon concept that gets me fired up. Why can't practical and high perf meet? Who says you can't put spinners and two-tone paint on a 1980's-vintage people hauler? I say that if you tint out the greenhouse, find some mag rims, and slam the whole thing you can roll with any of the muscle on Woodward. It's rear drive, got great weight distribution and can actually carry all the kit that the Mustang drivers got their wives to throw in the back of their Explorers.