I wrote that journal because I feared that I'd forget too much about my trip if I didn't. Here is one strange conversation I had with a motel clerk in Roswell, NM that I had indeed forgotten:
Just when you're sure you've thought of everything that could possibly go wrong, someone gives you something new to worry about!
She asked many questions about my trip, but one thing stood out. When she asked if I call my wife every night, I said, "Well, no, I usually call her every few days. Our schedules don't really match up."
"You should call her every night. Being out on the road, anything could happen to you."
"Well, if something did happen, there probably wouldn't be much that she could do about it anyway," I reasoned.
Then she caught me by surprise. "What if you got amnesia or something?"
I looked at her. I couldn't tell if she was serious.
"You hear about it all the time. Somebody's just walking down the street, then suddenly they don't know who they are or where they are," she said matter-of-factly.
Wow, she was serious! I still couldn't see how it would matter if I had called my wife the night before I lost my memory, though. And even if she came and found me, I wouldn't remember she was my wife anyway, right? Then the clerk's phone rang, so I said goodbye and made my escape. How bizarre.
I should have reread my journal weeks ago -- it's bringing back so many memories of the road that I am getting motivated for some sort of sequel (more on that later).