2006-09-18
whoa! where am i: day 10
Hopefully I'll have better luck uploading these photos than I had earlier today at Panera in... some other town.
Some of you who've known me for a while, particularly you younger folks should have no trouble with this one...
Some of you who've known me for a while, particularly you younger folks should have no trouble with this one...
2006-09-17
whoah! where am i: day 9 part deux
Hint: I can't yet bear to head east, but I'm no longer heading west either.
just for eric
I only counted seven different kinds of olives... must have been a slow day. However, there were 43 different varieties of strange people inside. Woah.
whoa! where am i: day 8-- That Was So Yesterday
"Today's day 9, why are you still stuck in yesterday?" you ask.
Because there's this one more thing I wanted you to know, sort of as a warning.
Heading west out of Flagstaff yesterday toward Winslow, AZ (where you can get your picture taken with a girl in flatbed Ford; I didn't) I came across a sign that said "Meteor Crater." I'd forgotten all about the meteor crater! I remember seeing pictures of it in an Astronomy book I used to page through when I was a kid. It was a graduate level astronomy book, which I still wouldn't understand and would probably still only look at for the pictures.
The signs had a tourist trappy tone to them, and there were about 500 of them, give or take, so that was another clue. Yet, at the last minute I cut off the 18 wheeler I was passing a made for the exit. Driving down Meteor Crater Road I noted how well maintained it was. This should have been another clue.
So I get to the Meteor Crater visitor center and R/V park and get out hoping to take one quick picture and then be gone. But, see, there's no way to get up to the crater. There's a fence around it; one of those fences you see lining federal prisons, with the razor wire on top. You think I'm jokind don't you. So I would have to go through the visitor center to see the thing. I approached the window where a sign said "Ticket Sales." and below that "Adults $15"
So, here's a picture from Google Earth instead:
Driving away at a high rate of speed, I repeated the DJ's voice over from the Winslow promotional station, AM 610: "METEOR CRATER! Experience the impact." Go ahead, try saying that in a really intense voice. Eventually I began making up my own slogans...
"METEOR CRATER! Experience the impact on your wallet."
"METEOR CRATER! The biggest friggin' rip off in the United friggin' States!"
"METEOR CRATER! We'll take your money and use it to maintain our nice road!"
"METEOR CRATER! Less fun than you'll have all week, for more money!"
& c...
Because there's this one more thing I wanted you to know, sort of as a warning.
Heading west out of Flagstaff yesterday toward Winslow, AZ (where you can get your picture taken with a girl in flatbed Ford; I didn't) I came across a sign that said "Meteor Crater." I'd forgotten all about the meteor crater! I remember seeing pictures of it in an Astronomy book I used to page through when I was a kid. It was a graduate level astronomy book, which I still wouldn't understand and would probably still only look at for the pictures.
The signs had a tourist trappy tone to them, and there were about 500 of them, give or take, so that was another clue. Yet, at the last minute I cut off the 18 wheeler I was passing a made for the exit. Driving down Meteor Crater Road I noted how well maintained it was. This should have been another clue.
So I get to the Meteor Crater visitor center and R/V park and get out hoping to take one quick picture and then be gone. But, see, there's no way to get up to the crater. There's a fence around it; one of those fences you see lining federal prisons, with the razor wire on top. You think I'm jokind don't you. So I would have to go through the visitor center to see the thing. I approached the window where a sign said "Ticket Sales." and below that "Adults $15"
So, here's a picture from Google Earth instead:
Driving away at a high rate of speed, I repeated the DJ's voice over from the Winslow promotional station, AM 610: "METEOR CRATER! Experience the impact." Go ahead, try saying that in a really intense voice. Eventually I began making up my own slogans...
"METEOR CRATER! Experience the impact on your wallet."
"METEOR CRATER! The biggest friggin' rip off in the United friggin' States!"
"METEOR CRATER! We'll take your money and use it to maintain our nice road!"
"METEOR CRATER! Less fun than you'll have all week, for more money!"
& c...
2006-09-16
whoa! where am i: day 8 -- more canyon
It is almost devastating, one's first ever view of the Canyon. People gasp when they pass out from behind the pinons and see the whole vast multicolored hole in the earth. I felt like I might actually cry. We're reduced to "LOOK AT THAT!" "WOAH!" ... almost mindless expressions of awe. The reality of the canyon actually makes the whole Chevy Chase "Okay, then" moment from Vacation especially funny. You should only watch that film after your first visit to the canyon. There's absolutely no way to be dismissive about it. It stops you in your tracks, maybe makes your heart stop momentarily. I grabbed the railing and not from vertigo.
The shuttle buses run by the parks service travel three routes. I took the Hermit's Rest route. All the pictures below with the exception of two or three are from that trail.
One never knows where the ant will take its next bite.
From right to left, languages heard as I passed by: French, Asian, Indian, German, English. Pretty cool.
*A special thanks to Gwynne who talked me into actually making a plan (shudder the thought) to include the canyon in my trip. I am in your debt, Skinny Latte.
The shuttle buses run by the parks service travel three routes. I took the Hermit's Rest route. All the pictures below with the exception of two or three are from that trail.
One never knows where the ant will take its next bite.
From right to left, languages heard as I passed by: French, Asian, Indian, German, English. Pretty cool.
*A special thanks to Gwynne who talked me into actually making a plan (shudder the thought) to include the canyon in my trip. I am in your debt, Skinny Latte.
cowtown pattie scores big
Cowtown Pattie correctly surmised that I am in Arizona tonight.
But where? I'll give you one hint. It's not Yuma.
But where? I'll give you one hint. It's not Yuma.
2006-09-15
driverview smorgasboard: updated with locations
A couple of driverview pics that I don't have time to put in order 'cause I gotta fly!
"NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" --- Somewhere in Arizona on Friday.
---West of Midland, TX on Thursday with some pretty heavy thunderboomers.
--In El Paso, Texas on Thursday looking at Mexico
--Just over the border of New Mexico, south by southeast of Las Cruces on I-10 Thursday evening.
--between Lordsburg, NM and Wilcox, AZ early Friday morning.
"NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" --- Somewhere in Arizona on Friday.
---West of Midland, TX on Thursday with some pretty heavy thunderboomers.
--In El Paso, Texas on Thursday looking at Mexico
--Just over the border of New Mexico, south by southeast of Las Cruces on I-10 Thursday evening.
--between Lordsburg, NM and Wilcox, AZ early Friday morning.
whoa where am i: midland memories
Eric and HLB took me out to dinner and I experienced asado for the first, and certainly not the last, time. HLB had to leave to back to work and after she left, I said "she's great" because HLB is a wonderful person. Eric replied, "Yeah. I definitely married way above my class," or something like that.
Now, this is somewhat true. But not completely. His wife is cooler, for sure, but not by much. Eric is one class act. Humble, gracious, and funny too. It was a pleasure meeting the man behind the Ant.
Plus, as if that weren't enough. I got to meet Jeff of Archeotexture too, and of course, Jimmy Patterson of Sticky Doorknobs who was the impetus behind my devotional blog earlier this year. As you saw from the previous post, we all had lunch together (the food, though not pictured, was terrific--good pick Jimmy).
But wait, there's more! As if that weren't enough, my visit made the paper. It was in 9 point type at the bottom of page one, but it was there. Cool, huh?
But all of that aside, here's the real reason I made the 2000+ mile trip to Midland:
Now, this is somewhat true. But not completely. His wife is cooler, for sure, but not by much. Eric is one class act. Humble, gracious, and funny too. It was a pleasure meeting the man behind the Ant.
Plus, as if that weren't enough. I got to meet Jeff of Archeotexture too, and of course, Jimmy Patterson of Sticky Doorknobs who was the impetus behind my devotional blog earlier this year. As you saw from the previous post, we all had lunch together (the food, though not pictured, was terrific--good pick Jimmy).
But wait, there's more! As if that weren't enough, my visit made the paper. It was in 9 point type at the bottom of page one, but it was there. Cool, huh?
But all of that aside, here's the real reason I made the 2000+ mile trip to Midland:
2006-09-14
spiritual reminders from mundane road experiences
Yesterday upon arriving at my current destination, I went to a certain famous grocery store to look for a certain product that had been pleaded for.
While there I sat down briefly at a table to pop open the laptop and retrieve a certain phone number. I set my brand new sunglasses, the ones I had purchased the previous day in Oklahoma City, down on the table.
I accidentally left them there. Typical of me, actually.
Realizing my mistake shortly after my unsuccessful attempts at searching out the chocolates, I ran back to the table only to find that someone had absquatulated with my sunglasses. I don't know who she was. I never saw her face, all I saw was a rapidly retreating, and admittedly callypigous, female form with what appeared to be my new sunglasses riding atop a head of long, chestnut colored hair.
I mumbled a few choice words. Just now however, I read this week's lectionary passage from the book of James:
Indeed.
Back in my car, chastened, I proceeded to my host's abode from whence I type these humble words and eat a small portion of crow.
While there I sat down briefly at a table to pop open the laptop and retrieve a certain phone number. I set my brand new sunglasses, the ones I had purchased the previous day in Oklahoma City, down on the table.
I accidentally left them there. Typical of me, actually.
Realizing my mistake shortly after my unsuccessful attempts at searching out the chocolates, I ran back to the table only to find that someone had absquatulated with my sunglasses. I don't know who she was. I never saw her face, all I saw was a rapidly retreating, and admittedly callypigous, female form with what appeared to be my new sunglasses riding atop a head of long, chestnut colored hair.
I mumbled a few choice words. Just now however, I read this week's lectionary passage from the book of James:
If we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we guide their whole bodies. Or look at ships: though they are so large that it takes strong winds to drive them, yet they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs. So also the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great exploits. How great a forest is set ablaze by a small fire!
Indeed.
Back in my car, chastened, I proceeded to my host's abode from whence I type these humble words and eat a small portion of crow.
2006-09-13
whoa! where am i: day 4
Where the trees squawk.
This city, home of the One of A Kind Texas Lady and her husband is also home to uncountable Grackles. They roost in the trees and make an unholy racket that can be heard from behind the tinted windows of top floor corner offices
We strolled through downtown last night, following the jen-yoo-wine Texas BBQ, admiring angels with trumpets poised and ready to sound a strong clear note. They say it will happen when a virgin passes by. A man on the street dressed in a work vest of municipal orange wielded a strange looking device like a gunslinger itching for a fight.
"He's probably frying grackles," I joked.
The Lady said, "The laser annoys them so they'll fly away." I replied to the effect that she couldn't possibly be serious, but she insisted she was. I maintain that it only makes them grackle all the more.
Later we enjoyed bluesy Telecaster perfectly picked by this man at this place.
And hospitality? These two Texans are its very embodiment. Their house is a thing to be treasured with lots of books, art--both pleasurable and practical--and neighborly love. Their backyard, as I told them yesterday afternoon, is a revelation. My exquisite host should post a whole slew of backyard pictures. It wouldn't be nearly as refreshing as being there in person but at least you would understand what I'm talking about.
Thank you, thank you, thank you my fine hosts and Texas friends.
This city, home of the One of A Kind Texas Lady and her husband is also home to uncountable Grackles. They roost in the trees and make an unholy racket that can be heard from behind the tinted windows of top floor corner offices
We strolled through downtown last night, following the jen-yoo-wine Texas BBQ, admiring angels with trumpets poised and ready to sound a strong clear note. They say it will happen when a virgin passes by. A man on the street dressed in a work vest of municipal orange wielded a strange looking device like a gunslinger itching for a fight.
"He's probably frying grackles," I joked.
The Lady said, "The laser annoys them so they'll fly away." I replied to the effect that she couldn't possibly be serious, but she insisted she was. I maintain that it only makes them grackle all the more.
Later we enjoyed bluesy Telecaster perfectly picked by this man at this place.
And hospitality? These two Texans are its very embodiment. Their house is a thing to be treasured with lots of books, art--both pleasurable and practical--and neighborly love. Their backyard, as I told them yesterday afternoon, is a revelation. My exquisite host should post a whole slew of backyard pictures. It wouldn't be nearly as refreshing as being there in person but at least you would understand what I'm talking about.
Thank you, thank you, thank you my fine hosts and Texas friends.
2006-09-12
whoa! where am i: day 4
recunize this?
how 'bout this?
If not, don't worry. There's more to come from this locale.
how 'bout this?
If not, don't worry. There's more to come from this locale.
trip soundtrack
sonicflood's Cry Holy...
every sun and moon and star
all declaring who you are
we fall silent in amazement
every word who and deep of man
every sea and grain of sand
all creation speaks
and now we sing to proclaim your majesty
all declaring who you are
we fall silent in amazement
every word who and deep of man
every sea and grain of sand
all creation speaks
and now we sing to proclaim your majesty
whoa! where am i: day 3
Yesterday a lovely, endlessly interesting and anything but shallow CPA bought me lunch!
So... where was I?
And a huge thank you to my fellow Starbucks fan with the skinny latte. That was fun.
Big hint!
So... where was I?
And a huge thank you to my fellow Starbucks fan with the skinny latte. That was fun.
Big hint!
2006-09-11
trip soundtrack
The soundtrack into town today included this...
This post especially for Brett. May you be moved to sing the Name today.
*Sing Your Name from the disc "Broken" by Joel Hanson.
When I first spoke Your name
I used it like a blade
Cutting and sharp
A mask to hide the pain - when I first spoke Your name
When I next spoke Your name
I could no longer bear the weight
Of years hiding behind the ache - when I next spoke Your name
But when You spoke my name
Oh I swear the angels sang
Peace came and stole my shame
when You spoke my name
Now when I speak Your name
I sing it like a sweet refrain
No longer curse You for You broke my chains - I sing Your name
I used it like a blade
Cutting and sharp
A mask to hide the pain - when I first spoke Your name
When I next spoke Your name
I could no longer bear the weight
Of years hiding behind the ache - when I next spoke Your name
But when You spoke my name
Oh I swear the angels sang
Peace came and stole my shame
when You spoke my name
Now when I speak Your name
I sing it like a sweet refrain
No longer curse You for You broke my chains - I sing Your name
This post especially for Brett. May you be moved to sing the Name today.
*Sing Your Name from the disc "Broken" by Joel Hanson.
whoa! where am i: day 3
Wherever I am, it's certainly not PA!
They don't show me these kinds of prices there.
2006-09-10
whoa! where am i: day 1
For years I’ve nursed an inexplicable yearning toward the west.
Maybe it started back in high school. I had a girlfriend who lived a short walk from a bridge across the turnpike. We took a lot of walks. I remember standing on that bridge many times, gazing down at the cars heading off into the… well, actually it was north because this was the New Jersey turnpike, and so of course there was no sunset to head into. Work with me here. I thought “west.”
So I’ve dreamed about doing something like what I’m doing now for a long, long time.
Fittingly, I started my adventure by heading north and not west. Here are couple of pictures from my first stop on the tour. See if you can guess where I took them and at what event.
You already have one hint: this place is north of Pottstown. Here’s a second: It’s not the first time I’ve been there and it’s not the first time I’ve blogged about it either.
In a comment on a previous post, Eric wrote, “see you down the road.” I think that’s a nice way to close my travel blog posts, so…
See you down the road.
Maybe it started back in high school. I had a girlfriend who lived a short walk from a bridge across the turnpike. We took a lot of walks. I remember standing on that bridge many times, gazing down at the cars heading off into the… well, actually it was north because this was the New Jersey turnpike, and so of course there was no sunset to head into. Work with me here. I thought “west.”
So I’ve dreamed about doing something like what I’m doing now for a long, long time.
Fittingly, I started my adventure by heading north and not west. Here are couple of pictures from my first stop on the tour. See if you can guess where I took them and at what event.
You already have one hint: this place is north of Pottstown. Here’s a second: It’s not the first time I’ve been there and it’s not the first time I’ve blogged about it either.
In a comment on a previous post, Eric wrote, “see you down the road.” I think that’s a nice way to close my travel blog posts, so…
See you down the road.
2006-09-06
brief hiatus
It's Wednesday. I have an article to finish, mail to deliver, clothes to wash, maps to peruse, bags to pack, and peppers to... oh wait, can't share that.
So consider me on hiatus until the vacation starts... which happens Saturday after I finish my mail route. Check back here for a first installment of mystery picture(s) on Sunday or Monday. In the meantime, feel free to leave comments that are more meaningful than my sorry excuses for posts, or visit the blogs on the sidebar.
See ya when I see ya.
So consider me on hiatus until the vacation starts... which happens Saturday after I finish my mail route. Check back here for a first installment of mystery picture(s) on Sunday or Monday. In the meantime, feel free to leave comments that are more meaningful than my sorry excuses for posts, or visit the blogs on the sidebar.
See ya when I see ya.
2006-09-05
Garrison Keillor's...
Got nothing on today's highlighted writer.
The estimable Prairie Home Companion host has written/spoken lots of funny personal essays. I'm reminded today of one in particular, a hymn of sorts to Ball Jars (I can't find a link to the audio or text of it, but it can be found on his audio release, "Mother, Father, Uncle, Aunt" and is worth the price all by itself.
The reason I was reminded of this Keillor classic can be found on Julie Neidlinger's Lone Prairie Blog. She has written what must be the funniest essay about zucchini ever. Don't believe me? You will.
The estimable Prairie Home Companion host has written/spoken lots of funny personal essays. I'm reminded today of one in particular, a hymn of sorts to Ball Jars (I can't find a link to the audio or text of it, but it can be found on his audio release, "Mother, Father, Uncle, Aunt" and is worth the price all by itself.
The reason I was reminded of this Keillor classic can be found on Julie Neidlinger's Lone Prairie Blog. She has written what must be the funniest essay about zucchini ever. Don't believe me? You will.
2006-09-04
one... two... three [crunch]... three.
How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop? The world may never know.
But we do know about this meme, currently in circulation, for which I've been tagged by Gwynne. Thanks G.
1. Three things that scare me:
-Tree limbs falling from the sky as I am delivering the mail
-God... it's more of a holy fear than a scare but I can't think of anything else.
2. Three people who make me laugh
Steve Martin (more so as a writer)
Julie
Doug (whos sub I am)
3. Three things I hate the most:
-Gossip
-Selfishness
-Greed -- this is exactly the same as Gwynne's list but she nailed it.
4. Three things I don't understand:
-Children
-Our political process
-Anything else
5. Three things I'm doing right now:
-Responding to questions
-Still trying to think of a third response to #1
-Sitting in the screened patio of my parents' house, right here.
6. Three things I want to do before I die:
-Write and publish a book
-Write and publish a second book
-Visit all the National Parks, especially the western ones.
7. Three things I can do:
-Play guitar
-Write songs
-Cook
8. Three ways to describe my personality:
-Introverted
-Compassionate
-Moody
9. Three things I can't do:
-See through walls
-Read minds
-Think of a funny third item for this question
10. Three things I think you should listen to:
-The Beatles
-PFR
-Phil Keaggy
11. Three things you should never listen to:
-Madonna
-The RIAA
-Pat Robertson
12. Three things I'd like to learn:
-How to blog
-How to break into publishing without trading away my life, my sanity (such that it is), and my ethics
-How to fold a fitted sheet
13. Three favorite foods:
-Homemade bread
-BBQ anything
-Tiramisu
14. Three beverages I drink regularly:
Coffee
Water
Good micro brews (yes, I am a beer snob. So?)
15. Three shows I watched as a kid:
-Mr. Ed
-Soap
-Taxi
16. Three people I'm tagging:
Stephen
Ashley
Randy (maybe he'll podcast it!)
But we do know about this meme, currently in circulation, for which I've been tagged by Gwynne. Thanks G.
1. Three things that scare me:
-Tree limbs falling from the sky as I am delivering the mail
-God... it's more of a holy fear than a scare but I can't think of anything else.
2. Three people who make me laugh
Steve Martin (more so as a writer)
Julie
Doug (whos sub I am)
3. Three things I hate the most:
-Gossip
-Selfishness
-Greed -- this is exactly the same as Gwynne's list but she nailed it.
4. Three things I don't understand:
-Children
-Our political process
-Anything else
5. Three things I'm doing right now:
-Responding to questions
-Still trying to think of a third response to #1
-Sitting in the screened patio of my parents' house, right here.
6. Three things I want to do before I die:
-Write and publish a book
-Write and publish a second book
-Visit all the National Parks, especially the western ones.
7. Three things I can do:
-Play guitar
-Write songs
-Cook
8. Three ways to describe my personality:
-Introverted
-Compassionate
-Moody
9. Three things I can't do:
-See through walls
-Read minds
-Think of a funny third item for this question
10. Three things I think you should listen to:
-The Beatles
-PFR
-Phil Keaggy
11. Three things you should never listen to:
-Madonna
-The RIAA
-Pat Robertson
12. Three things I'd like to learn:
-How to blog
-How to break into publishing without trading away my life, my sanity (such that it is), and my ethics
-How to fold a fitted sheet
13. Three favorite foods:
-Homemade bread
-BBQ anything
-Tiramisu
14. Three beverages I drink regularly:
Coffee
Water
Good micro brews (yes, I am a beer snob. So?)
15. Three shows I watched as a kid:
-Mr. Ed
-Soap
-Taxi
16. Three people I'm tagging:
Stephen
Ashley
Randy (maybe he'll podcast it!)
changeless
Normally I wouldn't post something like this. Politics quite honestly bores the stuffing out of me.
However this BBC graph entitled How 9/11 Changed America In Statistics is so oddly humorous I thought I'd point it out.
There are very little in the way of conclusions to be drawn by the article (other than perhaps it was a slow news day at the BBC), probably because they aren't warrented by the graphs themselves. Look at each graph by clicking on the tabs above window. Notice how defense spending begins to trend upward before 9/11 and continues after. Notice also how air travel, notwithstanding the blip at 9/11, trends slightly upward throughout the graph.
The couple of graphs that actually say something say only the obvious:
- Bush's popularity rose as he responded to the 9/11 attacks, then dropped slowly back to pre 9/11 levels. Since the beginning of operations in Iraq, Bush's popularity has dropped steadily.
- Hate crimes against Muslims were up in 2001. Yes, and...?
The one thing that did change is that we've had to endure more stories about Bin Laden since Sept 11 2001.
So, it seems to me, the graphs show us that we haven't changed at all. Which is exactly what I was concerned would happen.
However this BBC graph entitled How 9/11 Changed America In Statistics is so oddly humorous I thought I'd point it out.
There are very little in the way of conclusions to be drawn by the article (other than perhaps it was a slow news day at the BBC), probably because they aren't warrented by the graphs themselves. Look at each graph by clicking on the tabs above window. Notice how defense spending begins to trend upward before 9/11 and continues after. Notice also how air travel, notwithstanding the blip at 9/11, trends slightly upward throughout the graph.
The couple of graphs that actually say something say only the obvious:
- Bush's popularity rose as he responded to the 9/11 attacks, then dropped slowly back to pre 9/11 levels. Since the beginning of operations in Iraq, Bush's popularity has dropped steadily.
- Hate crimes against Muslims were up in 2001. Yes, and...?
The one thing that did change is that we've had to endure more stories about Bin Laden since Sept 11 2001.
So, it seems to me, the graphs show us that we haven't changed at all. Which is exactly what I was concerned would happen.
pretty sad
I didn't know much about Steve Irwin, the popular Australian naturalist but enjoyed the couple of commercials he made and his devil-may-care attitude toward dangerous animals.
Well, Mr. Irwin was killed yesterday by a stingray. Ordinarily, with something so remote as this, I would simply be vaguely sad and go to the next news story. But I came across this sentence in the article:
This puts his career in a whole new light. I'm tempted to change the adjective I use in describing his interaction with animals to something closer to 'reckless.'
Given Irwin's history, Dr. Fry's quote is particularly believable.
Please don't go thinking I'm implying that Irwin "got what he deserved." Not at all. But I guess for the sake of his wife and two young children, he might have chosen to be a bit more careful.
Well, Mr. Irwin was killed yesterday by a stingray. Ordinarily, with something so remote as this, I would simply be vaguely sad and go to the next news story. But I came across this sentence in the article:
Mr Irwin was married with two young children.
This puts his career in a whole new light. I'm tempted to change the adjective I use in describing his interaction with animals to something closer to 'reckless.'
Attacks on humans are a rarity - only one other person is known to have died in Australia from a stingray attack, at St Kilda, Melbourne in 1945.
"Stingrays only sting in defence, they're not aggressive animals so the animal must have felt threatened. It didn't sting out of aggression, it stung out of fear," Dr Bryan Fry, Deputy Director of the Australian Venom Research Unit at the University of Melbourne said.
Given Irwin's history, Dr. Fry's quote is particularly believable.
Please don't go thinking I'm implying that Irwin "got what he deserved." Not at all. But I guess for the sake of his wife and two young children, he might have chosen to be a bit more careful.
2006-09-02
no limericks about limerick
Just my aritcle about the Spring-Ford Business alliance, which is now up at the 422 Business Advisor website. The Alliance has a pretty interesting set-up going and it's working out pretty good so far. If you want, you can read the article here and see what they're doing.
the countdown continues
I will embark on my Whoa: Where Am I sojourn one week from today. That's the plan anyway. Between now and then I have to deliver a ton of mail (more than that, probably), write another article for the 422 Business Advisor and pack.
But, glory to God!, One piece of essential equipment arrived today. It's a.... well, I can't actually tell you. That would spoil the fun.
I can tell you about another essential traveling companion that should arrive by Wednesday. It's this. A great resource for the Insterstate traveller (though it's not as good as the exquisite and now denfunct Interstate Exit Authority -- when I got that book to use as a guide on a sr. high mission trip long ago, some of the kids laughed at me. During the trip however, the chief mocker was easily won over when he discovered he could find each and every Sonic between Cleveland and Rapid City with a few quick page turns).
Contrary to many travel writers, notably this one, but also this one, I like interstate highways. I love back roads too, especially in the midwest and west where many local highways make a straight ribbon all the way to the horizon. Interstates offer a decidedly different but, in my opinon, no less interesting travel experience. For a good paean to interstate travel, try Roads by Larry McMurtry or Uneasy Rider: The Interstate Way of Knowledge by Mike Bryan. I like them because they're so quintessentially American: big, brash, unapologetic, and absolutely fanatic about convenience. They're the great societal equalizer.. you meet all kinds and lots of them on the interstate.
But, glory to God!, One piece of essential equipment arrived today. It's a.... well, I can't actually tell you. That would spoil the fun.
I can tell you about another essential traveling companion that should arrive by Wednesday. It's this. A great resource for the Insterstate traveller (though it's not as good as the exquisite and now denfunct Interstate Exit Authority -- when I got that book to use as a guide on a sr. high mission trip long ago, some of the kids laughed at me. During the trip however, the chief mocker was easily won over when he discovered he could find each and every Sonic between Cleveland and Rapid City with a few quick page turns).
Contrary to many travel writers, notably this one, but also this one, I like interstate highways. I love back roads too, especially in the midwest and west where many local highways make a straight ribbon all the way to the horizon. Interstates offer a decidedly different but, in my opinon, no less interesting travel experience. For a good paean to interstate travel, try Roads by Larry McMurtry or Uneasy Rider: The Interstate Way of Knowledge by Mike Bryan. I like them because they're so quintessentially American: big, brash, unapologetic, and absolutely fanatic about convenience. They're the great societal equalizer.. you meet all kinds and lots of them on the interstate.
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