Everything went well with our four vehicle convoy: the big Penske rental towing my car, and my truck towing the sailboat with our two gaseous German Shepherds making life miserable for my wife. It went very smoothly except for my tragic case of butt-death that started about 2 miles into the 1800 mile trip.
Things are pretty tense here in St Looney: Ferguson is continuously in the news. The gun stores have largely been stripped bare. At a neighborhood driveway party, many were expressing apprehension and not a little anger at all the threats. Out and about, I saw posturing from many young black males. I also noticed that many of them were wearing brand-new steel-toed work boots: new fad or is there a darker purpose?
Still, the wife is happy to have her bullet sponge around again. If things get interesting, we'll simply lock the door and wait out the insanity.
Hotheads exist everywhere - stay vigilant.