Guess I’m a vagabond at heart. I miss the road. This weekend while traveling in the cold rain down US 1 to my musical concert in Hamlet at the incredibly beautiful Cole Auditorium I felt the tug of sentimentality for my days as a roving reporter for WRAL. With at least five hours of every work day devoted to anchoring I don’t have the opportunity to get out as much and report. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job and the great people I work with. And it's always a thrill to get the opportunity to work on a documentary. But I do miss hitting the highway and covering and crafting a story for the evening news. I used to play trivia games with my videographer while on the road. We would see who could name the most Tar Heel towns and counties in alphabetical order. Then we would do county seats, rivers and lakes. That's how I learned so much about the state - going to all the places and then reinforcing the knowledge with "brain games." Once in middle school I memorized all 100 counties and county seats overnight to bump my history grade up a notch.  Before I retire (many years from now) I hope WRAL will allow me to hit the road and do a series of stories on US 64 from Manteo to Murphy.  That might be one way to cure my wanderlust.