John often scheduled trips, then changed his mind at the last minute. He’d spend hours looking at maps, photos of diners, old railway stations, Post Offices covered in kudzu, and haunted hotels (where he liked to stay). He’d make plane and car reservations, charge his cameras, and map out his routes. He’d arrange for the neighbor to bring in his mail and move his car on street cleaning days. He’d be ready to go. And then he’d realize half-heartedly that he didn’t want to go. He’d built thousands of airline miles up this way, and he was fine with that.