Hello there, Harriet here, finally on the bus again. The Piedmont Express to Winston-Salem, North Carolina. The view is nice, lots of trees and lovely homes. Ahh home, I suppose it's not too soon to be missing mine, is it? But I know the nice, young couple who bought it will take very good care of it. That's a comfort. And speaking of comfort, unfortunately this bus seat is a little on the worn side. HA! I wonder how many but--I mean hindquarters have occupied this seat over the years. Anyhoo, be that as it may, yesterday was quite a day. I met the most lovely young woman on the train. Her name was Tess and she was very sad. It seemed she was on her way home to Mama becuase her intended, Gordon, left her at the altar, just standing there like a deer in the headlights. She kept looking and looking but he never showed. She said they did their best to keep the guests entertained but her family isn't very talented. But we talked and I tried to comfort her the best I could. Oh I do hope Winston-Salem is nice. I want to find a lovely Bed and Breakfast, a place where I can see the stars at night. Oh, you'll have toe excuse me someone just took the seat next to me. I wonder what her story is. Everyone has a story. Now that's something I'm learning.