Please excuse any poor writing on my part, but I have had 2 and a half hours of sleep in the last 42 and a half hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(10 hours later) Well, I fell asleep after writing that sentence. What a sissy. Anyway, Dave and I made it to Rob and Michelle’s around 11:30pm last night. We would have been here earlier, but we got lost for a couple of hours and ended up in a couple of wrong states trying to find their house. We bucked the “I’m a man, I’m not lost, and I don’t need help” tradition and asked for help a couple of times. We ran into good-intentioned people, but even the firemen we talked to got us more lost than we already were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before I begin, I will quickly break-down the cast of characters:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
- Me<\/strong> – Well…you know.<\/li>
- David<\/strong> – My best friend; I have known Dave about 18 years. Dave\u00c2\u00a0lives in Dallas with his wife (I was his best man) and is a high school teacher.<\/li>
- Rob<\/strong> – One of my best friends, though I have only known him about 9 years.\u00c2\u00a0Rob lives in Laurel (about half way between Baltimore and D.C.) with his wife (I was\u00c2\u00a0his best man, too). Rob is a Russian interpreter in the Navy.<\/li>
- Michelle<\/strong> – Rob’s wife. It was soon after I met Rob that he went on his\u00c2\u00a0first date with Michelle, so I have known her as long as he has. We all used to work at\u00c2\u00a0the San Francisco Steak House together, which is where we met. Michelle is a\u00c2\u00a0regional supervisor for Jenny Craig.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n
The set-up: Because Rob is in the Navy, we never get to see him. So, a few years ago, Charles (another best friend of mine) and I decided to road trip to Monterey, CA to see Rob. Rob was there to learn to speak Russian. Anyway, we wanted to surprise him, so only Michelle knew we were coming. So, we rode our motorcycles across the country and had more adventures than I could possibly go into here, only to have the surprise ruined by the following conversation:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
* ring * (telephone ringing)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rob – Hello.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jimmy’s Grandmother – Hello. Is Jimmy there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rob – No. Why would Jimmy be here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
J.G. – Oh. Could you tell him that he got some mail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rob – Uh, sure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
J.G. – Thank you. Goodbye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rob – Bye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, Rob put two and two together and was waiting at the door for us with possibly the most underwhelmed expression on his face that I have ever seen. I was so disappointed that the surprise had been ruined. So, this road trip was to be my revenge. Dave and I again coordinated everything with Michelle and I told others about this trip on a strict “need to know” basis only. The idea was to leave from work on Friday, pick-up Dave in Dallas, and drive through, so we could be there in time to go out Sat. night. It was only 21 hours away. No problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Except for the rain, the leg to Dallas was uneventful. I made a brief\u00c2\u00a0detour to Pflugerville, where my mom had made me a care package of\u00c2\u00a0sandwiches and peanut butter crackers. Truth is, she just wanted to hug me\u00c2\u00a0goodbye; she worries so about these journeys that I make. What a good mom.\u00c2\u00a0And, who’s to blame her – I promptly jumped in my car and drove 95 mph all\u00c2\u00a0the way to Dallas in the pouring rain. Once in Dallas, we loaded everything into Dave’s car and pulled-out right\u00c2\u00a0at 11:00 pm. David took the first shift since I had just driven. We had a\u00c2\u00a0nice time catching up on current events, so we didn’t have any problem\u00c2\u00a0staying awake in the early morning. We stopped around 4 am at a convenience\u00c2\u00a0store just outside of Little Rock, AR to fuel-up and switch drivers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dave stayed outside and put gas in the car while I went inside to get us some\u00c2\u00a0Cokes and pay for the gas. I was standing at the counter for about five\u00c2\u00a0minutes because their card machine was running slow. “It’s because it’s a\u00c2\u00a0holiday weekend” the counter girl told me. So, I asked where the restroom\u00c2\u00a0was, she pointed to the back of the store, and I walked back there. Ten\u00c2\u00a0seconds after I walked into the restroom, a late-80’s model Ford Mustang\u00c2\u00a0convertible smashed through the front doors of the store! I don’t mean\u00c2\u00a0that it hit the doors and the glass cracked, nor do I mean that it sort of broke the front doors and stopped, I mean the car drove all the way into\u00c2\u00a0the store! David said that it was squealing around the parking lot when\u00c2\u00a0it suddenly fishtailed towards the store, missed all of the parked cars and\u00c2\u00a0the brick walls of the store, and leaped right through the front doors! The\u00c2\u00a0store was set up like most where the counter was off to the side of the\u00c2\u00a0doors and anyone being helped at the counter is in front of the doors. If\u00c2\u00a0I wouldn’t have been killed outright, I would have been seriously injured\u00c2\u00a0either from the car, the flying glass, or by my trying to get out of the\u00c2\u00a0way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, here is the kicker: I DIDN’T HEAR A THING! The bathroom was\u00c2\u00a0standard convenience store fare – two urinals, a stall, and a Muzak version\u00c2\u00a0of “Cat and the Cradle” playing over a low-fi PA speaker. I was only in\u00c2\u00a0there for 60 seconds and as I walked out a guy was walking in laughing his\u00c2\u00a0damned head off. I wondered what his problem was and walked out into the\u00c2\u00a0store. Here is where it becomes difficult to explain. There was one\u00c2\u00a0remaining shelf standing and it was blocking my view of the front of the\u00c2\u00a0store. I had to walk the length of the shelf to be able to see what was\u00c2\u00a0going on. So as I am walking, I still don’t realize that anything unusual\u00c2\u00a0has happened. At the end of the row that I am walking down, there is a\u00c2\u00a0couple who I notice look really shaken-up. At their feet are about a hundred candy bars. That’s strange, I thought. That’s when I notice that\u00c2\u00a0there is the haze of smoke in the air. Now I am really confused. As I get\u00c2\u00a0closer to the couple, I realize that besides the candy bars, there are\u00c2\u00a0video tapes, souvenirs and all kinds of junk that has spilled to the floor\u00c2\u00a0for some reason. So, I walk up to them and in a perfectly calm voice ask,\u00c2\u00a0“What happened?” They looked at me as if I had just stepped off of a\u00c2\u00a0spaceship. Then the woman answered me in that slow, shaky, monotonous\u00c2\u00a0voice of a survivor that’s in shock, “He…just drove in.” That’s when I\u00c2\u00a0turned to the right and leaned around the end of the counter and saw the\u00c2\u00a0car sitting smack-dab in the middle of the store in sea of candy bars,\u00c2\u00a0microwave pizzas, and broken glass. The passenger had gotten out of the\u00c2\u00a0car and was ranting and raving to nobody in particular and kicking things\u00c2\u00a0and generally causing a big scene. It turns out that he was the owner of\u00c2\u00a0the car and he had let his 14 yr. old or so cousin drive the car. The\u00c2\u00a0cousin was standing there slump-shouldered and quiet as the reality of what\u00c2\u00a0he had just done washed over him. The police were swarming over the place\u00c2\u00a0in no time, which is usually my signal to leave. So, we did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I drove from 4:30a until about 8:30a while Dave slept. We came upon the sunrise as we were crossing the bridge into Memphis. It was beautiful. At the time I was chasing an ambulance who had his lights going and we were making great time. After half an hour of chasing this guy, I realized that we had crossed a state line. Now, why would this guy be going so far? It didn’t make any sense. Was he in the Cannonball Run or something? We split-up in Memphis and I never did find out. The rest of the trip was pleasantly uneventful. The Smoky Mountains in Tennessee are beautiful and Virginia was beautiful in a more manicured church-steeple-in-the-country sort of way. We lost a little time in Virginia because Big Brother won’t allow radar detectors in that state, but to my surprise, my radar detector is so good that even though I had put it in it’s pouch and it was sitting down by the parking brake, it would still squawk at me when we happened across speed traps! (* Endorsement for the Cincinnati Microwave Solo Radar Detector *)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When we finally pulled-in, Michelle heard us and let us in the door. We went up the stairs to their room where Rob was in bed with his face buried in a magazine. So, we both stood in front of the bed and I said something. Rob dropped the magazine and the look of surprise was worth all of the work we had put into it. His eyes were as big as saucers and he was speechless for minutes. It was great! Anyway, we stayed up for a few hours drinking beer and they chain-smoked. It was just like the old days. We turned-in, slept-in, and this afternoon we have sat around catching up and telling old stories. I’m having the time of my life. I will file another report soon. Take care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jimmy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\n\t\tDISPATCH No. 2<\/span>\n\t<\/span>\n<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Everyone,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Exhaustion is calling me to sleep, but I will try to file a brief report.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I mentioned before, Sunday was spent resting, catching-up with each other, and watching half-a-dozen AbFab videos. Michelle prepared a delicious dinner of homemade crab cakes, boiled shrimp, corn on the cob, etc. The seafood is so good here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On Monday (5\/26), the Jenny Craig Nazis made Michelle work, so the boys and I\u00c2\u00a0decided that it would be appropriate for us to go to D.C. and pay our\u00c2\u00a0respects to the dead on Memorial Day (especially with us all being military\u00c2\u00a0guys, Me – Air Force, Them – Navy). So, we visited the Vietnam Memorial,\u00c2\u00a0the Korean War Memorial, and the Lincoln Memorial. They were very impressive and moving. The flags were all\u00c2\u00a0flying at half-mast and everyone (not just us) seemed to be very quiet that\u00c2\u00a0day. It was a beautiful day and afterwards, we drove to Georgetown and had\u00c2\u00a0dinner. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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David and me at the top of The Empire State Building.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n We went home and turned in early, because we had to wake-up early\u00c2\u00a0to go to…NEW YORK CITY! I’m sorry if I sound so excited, but I had never been\u00c2\u00a0before and it is something I have wanted to do for a very long time. With\u00c2\u00a0only one day to visit, we couldn’t possibly see all of the “sights”, so\u00c2\u00a0except for going to the top of the Empire State Building, we simply walked\u00c2\u00a0around. This is really what I enjoy most, anyway. We covered a lot of\u00c2\u00a0ground; Rob figured we walked at least 10 miles (and when he did that, we\u00c2\u00a0weren’t finished yet). We started at Times Square, walked south down 5th\u00c2\u00a0Ave. (Rockefeller Center, Empire State Building), walked south on Broadway\u00c2\u00a0and into Greenwich Village, where we stopped and had a couple of beers in a really cool neighborhood bar modestly called “Corner Bistro.” No muss, no\u00c2\u00a0fuss. There was more bar space than table space, the Indy 500 was playing\u00c2\u00a0on a couple of TV’s (not big-screens, just TV’s), it was only $2 for a Sam\u00c2\u00a0Adams on tap, the patrons looked working-class, and the bartender, who\u00c2\u00a0looked like a big, ruddy Irishman named Mike or Jimmy or something like\u00c2\u00a0that, was helping himself to drinks as well. It was great. The illusion\u00c2\u00a0was tainted, however, when I overheard Mike talking to another guy and he\u00c2\u00a0said something like, “The Pentium Pro and the Pentium MMX…how much\u00c2\u00a0difference can there be?” Oh, well. Then, we walked back up north through\u00c2\u00a0the Garment District, back through Times Square, and into Central Park,\u00c2\u00a0where we rested for awhile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Millennials did not invent selfies. Rob, David, and me.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n It was another beautiful day, so we spent some\u00c2\u00a0time sitting on a park bench and watching everything go by. New York is\u00c2\u00a0just like other cities, except that it has so much more of everything – so many people, so many buildings, so many…cabs. Jeez, EVERY car is a cab! Looking down from the Empire State Building, one can only see a sea of\u00c2\u00a0yellow cabs. It’s bizarre. Anyway, I can rattle on and on with my\u00c2\u00a0impressions of New York, but if you have already been there, you might\u00c2\u00a0become bored, and if you haven’t been there, my descriptions won’t matter\u00c2\u00a0until you have seen it for yourself. Besides (and this is the real\u00c2\u00a0reason), I’m tired. One more thing before I go – I have been eating very\u00c2\u00a0well here and today was no exception. For dinner, we ate at a French\u00c2\u00a0restaurant that Rob’s family has been going to for years. It is called\u00c2\u00a0Tout Va Bien, located at 311 West 51st Street. I can’t recommend this\u00c2\u00a0restaurant more highly; it was to die for, dahling. I even ordered in\u00c2\u00a0perfect French, and the waitress ignored my effort in that rude, Frenchy\u00c2\u00a0way they have. It was great. Oh, and a cab honked at me while I was\u00c2\u00a0crossing against a light. That was great, too. Well, I really must go\u00c2\u00a0now. Please take care of yourselves; I hear there are tornadoes and\u00c2\u00a0whatnot going around down there. See you soon,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jimmy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\n\t\tDISPATCH No. 3<\/span>\n\t<\/span>\n<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Anyone,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yesterday (Wed, 5\/28), we went to the Inner Harbor in Baltimore and kicked\u00c2\u00a0around for a bit. It was very pleasant and the weather was beautiful, as\u00c2\u00a0usual. Then we met Michelle for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant where\u00c2\u00a0we gorged ourselves again on delicious food. I bet I have gained a pound\u00c2\u00a0since I have been here. I need to get back to Austin and not eat. That\u00c2\u00a0night we played the Nick at Night Trivia Game (I won) and then we turned\u00c2\u00a0in. I was still feeling the exhaustion from New York.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Today, we didn’t do much of anything. We dropped-off our film at a 1-hour place and went book and CD shopping while we waited. When we got home, Dave and Rob fixed the grill and Rob cooked up some chicken. Michelle came home with some fixin’s and well…you know the rest. After dinner, we divided up the pictures and spent the rest of the night talking. At one point, they were downstairs in the TV room digging up boxes of old pictures of us when we were impossibly young doing impossibly young things and I was upstairs retrieving my box of Kleenex (which I needed because of the allergy attack I was having that was bad enough to swell my left eye shut). While I was upstairs, I put my new Garbage CD in and sat down in front of the speakers. Anyway, while I was sitting there, half a bottle of Cabernet in my belly, “I’m Only Happy When it Rains” (a current favorite of mine) blaring at me, and a bunch of people who I love and who love me within
shouting distance, I had an epiphanous moment that made the excitement of seeing New York pale in comparison. It is moments like those that make what is important in life so easy to figure out. I hope you know what I am talking about.<\/p>\n\n\n\nWell, unless something happens on the trip back (and I wouldn’t rule that out), this will be my last report on this trip. It has been a great holiday, but I hope to see everyone soon. Take care,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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- David<\/strong> – My best friend; I have known Dave about 18 years. Dave\u00c2\u00a0lives in Dallas with his wife (I was his best man) and is a high school teacher.<\/li>