There is something about traveling that appeals to me, the mere fact that you can get out of town for a little respite, is also a mark on the plus side of the scale. Something about listening to the music that you want to hear on the CD player in the car, the vision of something new everyday unfolding before you in the windshield, different smells, different locations.
Nice to get away from all the things that irritate me, all those pesky little nuances in life, that stick in one’s craw, as they relate to it in my neck of the woods. No computer problems for at least two weeks, no shut downs, no installations of this and that, which always seem to come at the absolute wrong time. It was nice. I did mess up on my trip, I took some photo’s with my cellphone, BIG MISTAKE, yesterday I was a little bit over two hours trying to download them from my phone to my computer!
I hate computers!
Tech support: What seems to be the problem sir?
Customer: Whenever I press the backspace key, the letters I typed seem to disappear.
Florida seems to be deader than a door-nail, almost to the point of being legally declared a disaster zone as far as tourism is concerned. No problem finding a room, plenty of vacancies and the usual tourist haunts, were void of the crowds and throngs of the unusual and rude, pushing to get to the front of the line.
Being as I am a big fan of Denny’s restaurants and The Cracker Barrel, a fast food aficionado I surely am, I got my fill of the quick, greasy and deadly. One particular waitress sticks in my mind, you always run into those in the industry that you feel would be better served if they just stayed at home.
I hand her my four cup thermos and tell her, “It is pre-loaded you will have to dump the hot water out. I pre-heated it at the motel room.” She looks at me, and then says, “Do you want me to dump that out, or put the coffee on top of it?”
Here is your sign. (Stupid people should be required to wear a sign,signifying that they are not supposed to be talked to even to the amusement of the rest of us.)
The south is great, Alabama resembles one big garage sale from end to end, Mississippi is still rather dark and mysterious, Louisana, well that is best left unsaid. Florida is as always hot and muggy was in the high nineties, and the beaches were great, the girls in the dental floss bikinis lift a poor old tired spirit considerably when the wife is not looking.
Orlando is a tricky town to get around in, and I got lost, so I pull into a convenience store and ask this guy, “Can you help me out?” he quickly reaches deep down in his pocket fetching some money for me. I abruptly stop him and then say, “Hey man, I don’t need a loan, I am lost, how do I get to Sanford Florida from here?” We both laugh on that one, and then he points me in the right direction.
Must be an economic barometer of sorts, no matter where I went, I found the out of luck, down in the mount types, with a hard luck story. I did get hit up quite a bit by panhandlers on this trip, but I suspect that is mainly because of the economic blight that happens to be on the land, that seemingly will never go away.
While holed up in Atlanta, I did finally turn on the television in the room at the Best Western Inn and after some 8 to 10 days actually caught a snippet of the news. Some hokey Washington press conference and the reporter was saying, “The U.S. Embassy in Afghanistan would be eternally grateful if any of our friends in the area who have information on terrorist activity or threats of same inform us between 10 a.m. and 12 p.m. on Sunday through Thursday.” Which led me to believe that everything in the nation’s capitol appears to be about the same.
Crossing one more big river, the old bus lurched from side to side something akin to Shamu the Killer whale. The rich red Oklahoma countryside loomed prominent in my sight, and I could tell I was once again home. The wife got bitchy, the grand-kids started to fight with each other, and I had this overwhelming urge to siphon some gasoline.
Welcome to Oklahoma, please set your watch back fifty years.
Never forget that ordinary life can also be quite extraordinary if you remember to be grateful for what you already have. If you are one of the few fortunate souls left in the country that can actually “afford to get away and see a little vacation time materialize among the wreckage of man” take the opportunity to get out and about.