I wonder if Al's Radio Flyer wagon, its broomstick mast, and that trashbag sail got him safely to Tampa? Those lateen sails can be hard to handle in strong following winds.
The last time he tried it he ended up in Tampico, demanding to know where the Amtrak station and Fuddruckers was. Being Al's keeper isn't an easy job. I thought when he got a real live girlfriend it would get easier, but she let's him run wild. At least he's been vaccinated. I hope she's had him dipped for fleas and tics.